the shadi show

OCTOBER IS ALMOST UPON US! You know what that means? It means I start wearing a lot more black and my little black cat becomes a little bit more magical and I am the happiest I am all year. There's something about this time of year. It's warmer, and more colourful, but quieter too. I guess I've always sort of spent this time of year at home, with my books and my mum and cats, doing nothing but study and read. There's something in the wind, too. It's warm and blustery, but there's something in being swept up in it that feels a little like magic.  I hope to intensify that feeling by reading some spooky books this October. Below are the 13 that I hope to get to: City of Ashes by Cassandra Clare City of Glass by Cassandra Clare Dracula by Bram Stoker The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins By The Pricking of My Thumbs by Agatha Christie Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone by J.K. Rowling The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur

Sometimes, sad things happen, and it really brings me down. I spend every minute thinking about what went wrong and what I said and what I did and how I could have been better. I am sad in a way that seems never-ending and all-encompassing, and life really seems to stop being anything but what went wrong. The above video presented itself to me in the form of an ad for Headspace that popped up in my life at exactly the right time. I remembered how, when I was in high school, I always carried a notebook around with me and would always right down exactly what I was thinking and feeling and how that affected me, just as it happened. It was a bit of a quirk, but it was a quirk that made me feel so safe in my own company. As high school turned to university, I stopped carrying a journal around, but still kept a diary at home for whenever I was feeling blue. I never found myself writing in it when things were happy, so if you looked at any of my diaries from back then, you'd thin