My ode to Gossip Girl...

I wanna be a New Yorker.

I wanna live in a tall glass tower, where the wallpaper is covered in textures flowers and there’s not only bathrooms but a room dedicated to one big shower.

I wanna be Queen B. I wanna prance around my expensive private school with everyone worshipping me. I wanna get over heartbreaks in the company of my maid watching re-runs of Glee. I wanna own the shops on 34^th street.

I want a man as complex as Chuck Bass, the air to the Empire and settles for nothing less than 5 class. I want to eat in the most expensive joints and watch the celebrities pass, I want a pair of Chanel jeans just for the logo on my ass.

I wanna throw parties just because I can, fly to Paris for a custom made dress and grab a pair of heels from Milan. I want a stylist like Gok-Wan, be admired by the press on the arm of my Forbes list man.

I wanna feature on a blog where the city relishes on my drama, I want a loyal best friend and clique acting as human armour. I want to own a yacht, waiting for me to take it out on the harbour and twiddle my thumbs about who’s the lucky father.

But I’ve gotta admit, if this lifestyle is as exhausting to live as this poem is to write, then I wanna stay in Birmingham, snuggled up with my cats every night. I’d maybe trade a moment to sparkle in the limelight but at the end of the day I think my life is just fine.

I like my deep green garden and my hilly view and I adore my knock-off unfashionably comfortable ankle boots.

I like my quant welcoming room and my quiet street, not that I’d say no to a day shopping with the elite.

I like how my life isn’t sprawled online for the world to see,

You know…I’m happy being me.

Fuzzy Socks and Wrap-Around scarves

Breathe in the crisp air,
August quickly fades away,
Welcoming cold days.

Numb fingers wrapped,
Around coffee scented mugs,
Many books to read.

Warm, knitted jumpers,
Fuzzy socks, wrap-around scarves,
Goodbye summer days.

Dear reader...

Take away my phone, take away my computer, and give me a pen and a single sheet of paper.

I will write you a letter.

Now I don’t know about you…but the only letters I receive are bad news, bills and more bad news.

But imagine one dull, completely normal and not very spectacular morning. The sky is a cloak of grey. Imagine the still air, not a single song, no birds today. Your alarm rings and the little person in your head is screaming again and again to get up and all you want to do is shut away the world in tiny safe for a day….and swallow the key….but suddenly….

Imagine this dreary morning, one letter changes everything.

Imagine this letter is written on the smoothest paper you have ever touched, the words as you trail over them indent passion into the page….and here is how it begins:

The weather is nice today. If it is grey, great because there are only blue skies to look forward to. 

If there are blue skies and sunshine then look up and devour an ocean that will never fall. 

If it is raining step outside and feel the sky cry. Feel the tears of joy because the clouds have just witnessed a mother lay eyes on her new born baby. Feel the tears of sadness because the stars have just seen yet another girl being dragged from her bed to fulfil the needs of a man twice her age. If the sky splashes lightening and throws down a handful of thunder then appreciate that you’re stood there with a roof over your head whilst the Palestinian cries because there’s no home left.

Treasure the searing sound of your alarm at 6:30am and appreciate the fact that you actually woke up and that the searing sounds weren’t screams of the tortured or bombs blasting an entire village into an eternal sleep….

Sleep in a bed woven in safety and comfort,

And how about the next time you’re on your way, carrying out your ordinary day, you actually take in the colours. Stop moaning for summer because there’s so much of every season to discover.

And view rush hour traffic jams as an unwanted gifts from the city, but a gift none the less. We speed down the roads so fast we hardly soak in the view surrounding us. Like how people actually built the buildings around us, how the streets once didn’t exist and how at night the street lights wouldn’t pave the way so nightlife had a completely different meaning.

Go back to believing the moon follows your car only to watch if you got home safely and know that if you’re ever feeling lonely, then she’ll be there, guiding you to the ends of the earth until the sun takes over and embraces you into a ray of warmth even if white smoke escaping your breath on a winter morning stops you from feeling it.

Are you seeing this?

“The best portion of a good man’s life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love” now these are words of worth.

Hold the door open for a following stranger and thank those who are kind in return,

Smile because laughter and joy dance in the corner of your lips like a forbidden kiss.

And for a moment just enjoy being you, and know that nobody else could do it better,

Follow your dreams, be a go getter.

Surround yourself with positivity and positivity will surround itself with you,

Light a candle on a cold winter’s morning and lose yourself in secret stories, around campfires with friends in the summer glory.

You’re breathing, you’re alive and you have so much potential,

I already know you can be, but show the rest of the world you’re incredible.

Wishing you the kindest moments and unforgettable pleasures,

Yours sincerely