Weeding out the shite.

This summer, I stood in the sunshine, listening to an American Singer Songwriter called Margaret Glaspy at a festival in South Wales called Greenman. It was Sunday and the day before, it rained and rained and rained. This sunshine felt even more precious. And so did that moment. The backdrop of the beautiful Brecon Beacons reminded me of why we kept coming back to this festival. The outdoors, the music, the food, the unexpected beautiful moments like this one and the good friends we shared it with. The things in life which I really value.

It also got me thinking — Why do I spend so much time consuming shite? By shite I mean bad music on the radio, bad journalism on the news, throwaway bull-shite snippets on social media, poorly written blogs and mega shite on the telly. I could scroll through Instagram for hours having half conversations with my fiancée Ed whilst half stroking my cat Martha and then go to bed wondering why my head feels zingy and my thoughts are all over the place.

And it’s not just media consumption. It’s eating shite food, buying stuff I don’t need on Asos and letting my fear of missing out drive me towards things which I know I don’t really want to do. It’s not saying no. It’s not being honest. It’s wasting precious time.

In that moment, I made a decision. A choice. To turn down the volume on all the things which pulled me away from the moment and to make space for the beautiful, the serene and the fun.

This is my story of embarking on a life with intention and unapologetic honesty. A life with more space, more time and less noise.