Two Years On

It’s that special day again, folks. The Escapologist’s Daughter is two years old today!

*cue marching band, over order flowers and drinks, weep drunkenly about how fast they grow up*

This time last year, I was reflecting on my recovery from a pretty blue period of my life, which had inspired me to start a blog. In its first year, my blog encouraged me to stop being ashamed of who I am and how I’m doing. In its second year, my blog encouraged me to positively shout it from the rooftops.

The second year of my blog saw me ask myself “Well, why the hell not?” over and over again. And if the answer was “Because I’m scared to”, for the most part, I went ahead and did the thing.

Snip20150422_1

I went viral after accidentally creating the perfect storm of feminist rage and a funny idea. Dealing with going viral made me want to hide under my duvet and never come out or try to do anything ever again. Instead of doing that, with the help of my nearest and dearest, I rallied. I went on breakfast time TV. I organised an event to share the love I was feeling around. I spoke at a feminist conference. I started writing for one of my favourite online magazines. Why the hell not? Why the hell not? Why the hell not?

TL1_1897

As my blog gained a little more traction, I was invited to speak at a couple of blogging events. I felt like the world’s biggest fraud. I felt like they had somehow invited me by accident and when they realised their mistake, I’d be shunned forever by the Grand High Blogging Police. I took a deep breath, put on my big girl pants, painted my lisptick extra bright and went for it. People told me I was inspiring. Why. The hell. Not?

Snip20150623_1

I decided to throw my own blogger event. I had no experience. I had no budget. I had no idea what I was doing. I threw it anyway. It was a tiny little event. It lacked any kind of finesse or elegance. But you know what? It was brilliant. Everyone had a great time. There were sweary doughnuts. People stuck transfer tattoos all over their faces. Everyone drank slightly too much and we raised over £200 for Cancer Research. Why the hell not?

DSCF1506

I wrote a book. Something I’ve always wanted to do. For my entire life, I’ve been hiding behind the excuse “I’m too busy”, when in reality, I was just afraid that I wouldn’t be able to do it. How do you face up to the reality that you actually might not be talented enough to achieve a lifelong dream? I didn’t want to. So I just didn’t try. Then, in November, I sat myself down, gave myself a stern talking to and started to write. 28 days later, I had a draft. I’m not saying that you guys should be putting the Man Booker prize on hold just yet. In fact, it might never even see the light of day. But I wrote it, and I am world endingly proud of it. And I was able to do it for one reason: because I got out of my own damn way.

DSCF2142

Of course, I haven’t done this on my own. I’m lucky enough to have the most entirely brilliant boy by my side, who will no doubt be livid that I’ve even mentioned him.

Back yourself, baby, he tells me every day. No fear.

From buying the leather jacket I don’t think I can pull off or dying my hair purple, to putting myself out there and taking the big chances when they come, he’s the world’s greatest cheerleader.

But no amount of cheerleading makes a difference unless you’re willing to actually make the jump and do the thing.

Back yourself, Fiona, I’m learning to tell myself. No fear. Do the damn thing.

For the most part, the scariest thing about all of the things I did this year was the first step. The there’s-no-going-back-now moment. Putting the bikini photo on Twitter. Answering the phone when the BBC called. Stepping onto the stage, in every sense. Everything that followed was terrifying, but I was never more terrified than I had been in those few seconds where I had to decide between following through and backing out. A deep breath, a few seconds of crazy, unthinking courage, that’s all it took. To quote a great philosopher, bravery isn’t about not being scared. It’s about being scared and doing what you have to do anyway.

If you recognised that quote from the Mary Kate and Ashley film, Double Double Toil and Trouble, hit me up. We’ll get on just fine.

This year, I’m going to be brave. I’m going to back myself. And I am going to kick some arse.

The Liebster

So, I think this means I have officially been accepted as a member of the blogging community: I’ve just received a Liebster nomination.

Tah-dah!

Tah-dah!

Don’t get excited, we’re not going to an awards ceremony or anything (yet). A Liebster is like a wave hello from the blogging world. A hug, but in the form of a list of questions. I’d like to thank A South Wales Blog for my nomination, and for some seriously lovely comments about my little blog.

For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Fiona. I’m a 22 year old over-enthusiast, aspiring funny lady, and Glasgow girl, slowly adjusting to life here in London. Very slowly. Like, tortoise stampeding through peanut butter level slow. It’s quite a culture shock.

This is my blog, the Escapologist’s Daughter. I’d love to say it had some kind of mission statement, but to be honest, I just like to talk. Its only real purpose is so that I can share my questionable adventures with anyone who wants to listen.

With no further ado, let’s proceed to the lightning question round:

1. Tell us something we don’t know about you?

I hate peas. Bonus points to anyone who got that reference, although I actually do hate peas.

2. What’s your ‘pet hate’?

Cashiers who put your change on top of your receipt and give it to you in one big, awkward handful. SERIOUSLY CASHIERS, get it together. Also, the fact that the word “focusing” never looks like it’s spelled right. I still don’t know if it should have two “s”s. And raisins. Fuck raisins.

3. What do you love about blogging?

The conversations that it starts! It never fails to surprise me, the things that people are interested in, or find funny, or want to know more about. People are wonderfully strange, and I think when you start reading or writing blogs, that all becomes a bit clearer.

4. What inspires you?

My family. I know, I know, that’s cheesy. But they’re pretty much the greatest people who have ever existed. And Elle Woods. She inspires me no end.

5. Where’s your favourite place to eat?

Tough one, mainly because I never have enough money to eat out. I love Italian food. My boyfriend hates pasta and cheese, because he’s a philistine, so whenever I’m out without him I head for the nearest Italian and order the cheesiest, pastaiest thing on the menu. Most excellent.

6. Have you got a pet? Tell us about them! If you have not, then what would you get if you could?

Oh, you are so going to regret asking this. I have a dog back home in Glasgow, called Juno. She is a flaming imbecile, but she’s entirely adorable, so gets away with it. For tales of her most ridiculous antics (including eating a tampon applicator, true story), feel free to click here.

Juno being generally awesome.

Juno being generally awesome.

I also have a hilarious rabbit called Smudge, who is great. He came with me to London on the train, and drew cries of “BUNNY!” from little girls and grown men alike. He roams around like a cat, and likes to demonstrate his affection by headbutting me in the legs. His heart can be won with grapes and coriander.

SONY DSC

7. What made you decide to start blogging?

I was actually struggling with depression at the beginning of this year, so I was having quite a lot of feelings, quite a lot of the time. The blog started as a way for me to get all the crap out of my system, and remind myself that there were still things that I liked about my life. It quickly became a lot less serious as I recovered, and grew into the madness that you see before you now.

8. If you were sent to a desert island, what 3 things would you take? 

Moisturiser. My skin doesn’t deal with with heat. Or cold. Or wind or rain or life, really. Without moisturiser, I quickly start to resemble a low-budget, peely Doctor Who villain.

A bouncy ball, for boredom related emergencies. My sister has a funny story about this, feel free to ask.

The boyfriend, to keep me company, and get high things out of trees.

9. What is your biggest of achievement in life so far?

I wrote a book! Not a published book, but a book nonetheless. When we were kids, I used to tell my little sister stories to keep her busy on long car journeys, so for her 18th, I wrote her a children’s book and got it bound. It’s nice to tick something off the bucket list that not many people actually get round to.

Tah-dah! Look, that's my name!

Tah-dah! Look, that’s my name!


10. What are some of your favourite blogs to read?

I’m still fairly new to this whole blogging thing, so I’m looking forward to discovering loads more, but I like the Londoner, despite every one of her posts making me bitterly jealous. Hyperbole and a Half is also amazing, and if you haven’t read all of her stuff then get the hell off of my ramblings and go read. You can come back and thank me later.

Okay, now for my nominations! As I said, I’m still pretty new to the whole blogging game, so I actually don’t know all that many yet. I’ll go ahead and nominate some of my lovely new Twitter followers. Tell me about yourselves, guys!

Prompts By Dee.

Est. Since 1984.

Katie Jane Online.

Questions:

1. Describe your blog, in only three words.

2. If you could take anyone, alive or dead, for a pint, who would you pick?

3. What has been your greatest beauty discovery?

4. Tell me the story of your first kiss.

5. If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?

6. What has been the most important thing that’s happened to you?

7. How likely are you to go double or nothing on a bet?

8. What was the first concert you ever went to?

9. What’s the most impulsive thing you’ve ever done?

10. What do you hope for most?