After a two month hiatus, I think a post all about my holiday will be a welcome instalment on the Positiff Blog! The first part of my Florida posts is a guide to Disney. It was as magical as people say, even for two 25 year olds! However, the sheer size of the parks, number of rides, attractions and places to eat, as well as planning your transport can be a bit of a headache, so hopefully this guide will give you an idea of what a holiday to the ‘most magical place on earth’ will mean.Continue reading
Yesterday would have been my Uncle’s 63rd Birthday. My amazing Uncle Chris was autistic, and I had the pleasure of being his niece for 22 years. He lightened up any family gathering, brought light to my life and definitely made me a better and more well rounded person. It has been almost 3 years since we lost this incredible man and this post is more of a tribute to him than anything, as well as creating awareness of autism and what it is.
First post of 2019 alert! The back end of 2018 was a quiet time for The Positiff Blog. But with good reason. Studying, a busy schedule and some little dark period of anxieties, illness and not much motivation meant that writing wasn’t on my mind. You have to want to do something to do it properly right?
The news of backpacker Grace Millane in New Zealand broke my heart. I got really upset about it and how her family have lost their daughter, how she won’t be able to return home to them and share all her stories of her travels. Her amazing adventure was cut short by a sick individual who thought he had the right to end her life. Her solo travels ended by a tragedy. Continue reading
Never has the phrase ‘Doing it for the gram’ been more real. In a world where we now rely on social media to check up on what others are doing, find out where the celebs are and get inspiration for decor, recipes and outfits, it’s no surprise we feel pressured to prove that we’re achieving things too; living our best lives and generally looking for validation of our choices. Continue reading
A lot can be said for the humble UK break. It was all I ever knew growing up. My Mum and Dad would pack us into the car, up to our eyeballs in suitcases and pillows, the windbreak and bucket and spades crammed between us, for the 5 hour drive down to Cornwall nearly every year until we were 16 – and we loved it. We knew no different. But we did know we were in for 2 weeks of relaxed parenting, ice cream on tap and pretty much an anything-goes attitude whilst away from our usual routine.