Consistent Return.

Today's blogpost was going to go in line with the all too famous "TBT" (only those who have made use of Instagram on a Thursday at least once, would understand this saying...well actually, I take that back being that Instagram posts are ubiquitous on other social media platforms, thanks to the "share with[insert social media platform here]" option on the platform) and I was going to spend time reminiscing on my past experiences here in the UK, as this leg is slowly coming to an end....but it is not the right time yet, I do not have the tools on hand to do a proper nostalgia session, and I actually have content to share today (after thinking long and hard. TWSS! <-- Not actually the best fit, but allow it...TWSS!)


So drumroll please.....P.s. this blogpost (as with the recent ones) may be slightly bereft of intellectual rhetoric, to my own dismay as well, but please my brain will return to more regularly scheduled programming post-September 30th. Bear with the disruption, folks (while silently reigning curses on this project holding my mind & creative processes hostage).

While the origins of this topic may be dismal, I am still grateful that it happened, so at least I have something insightful to discuss today! So overnight, I could not sleep well. Bouts of waking up eventually turned into one of my first stomach aches of this quarter. Sigh. & if you know me, you know how much I am not a fan of stomach aches. I am a 23 y/o recovering hypochondriac.

Stomach ache turned to globs of chocolate nutella spread mixed with oily egg ready to join the other waste of the British sewer and wastage system  up chuck. Thankfully,  it was a 'one-time & my stomach felt better' experience, so  I held the phone lines and reserved any unnecessary shouting.

As we do every single blogpost session, 1-2-3: Thank you, Sam.

Yep, I cannot help but attribute my overnight encounter with short-term sickness to the one & only. Of ces.

 Let me go ahead & drop this here: 

Moving on, swiftly. 

Still, I was reminded of the beauty of sickness when I woke up this morning taking me back to the  Harvard patterned German Scholars and Philosophy  Introduction to German Culture and Society course my  final year in Uni. One of the more or less enjoyable sections of the curriculum was reading Thomas Mann's Death in Venice , paralleling it with Sontag's Illness as a Metaphor (free PDF !) The reading was quite interesting, as it has obviously stuck with me over a year later. One of the themes of both pieces was a disease and it taking the metaphor of either  being a beautiful scene as the person is in the ill state or a sickness that pervades a dilapidated state. Going with the former, I think it is quite a truism to see beauty in illness. It's a more or less comforting feeling to know that this too, is beautiful. Especially for a hypochondriac. If you think you need a rewiring of your mind when it comes to how you handle illnesses, definitely check out these two pieces. 

Another important aspect of illness (or to better state it, having a more positive mindset towards illnesses), is your environment. If an illness catches you in a bad disposition, a quick recovery should not be expected. It is also not only an internal shift in disposition, but also your external disposition which influences your state of illness overall. So on that note.... (This paragraph was literally only for  a smooth transition into my next topic of interest, and I needed it to correlate - blame this Masters program for my 'forcing it to correlate' tendencies)

I Love British Weather! *voice of the youngest girl in Despicable Me*

For the most part, British weather is cloudy, rainy, and commonplace-ly chill, with the exception of  the sunny days that could almost rival Atlanta's. Right, I could not believe it either, and those days stuck out like sore thumb & it was weird as it did not fit in my ideal  picture of England.  Apart from those days though, I am literally in weather paradise. It fits my realist personality, and my sartorial endeavours. Layering, rain coats, layering, layering, layering, boots....

Sophia Webster x Roxy

 [If she passes my ethical production standards, I am looking to purchase it upon financial stability] 

& on a final note, I am returning to consistently incorporating "Distant Admirations" into my posts. 

Distant Admirations

Sophia Webster -From eccentric shoes, to eccentric shoes she is definitely the one to look out for in forthcoming seasons. 

Life with the Logans - A lovely Vlog channel to tune to, especially as they (the couple) and their circle of friends are hilarious. 

Mista Ologo - UK based Live Band'er that specialises in Yoruba praise/owambe paroles. I am a connoisseur of such genre (if there ever was one), so eargasms on plenty. 

Definitions: 

TBT -Throwback Thursday 

TWSS - That's What She Said 

Of ces - Naija 'of course' 

owambe paroles - Nigerian (Yoruba) party 

Until next time. Bis Spaeter 

If you have any questions, i'm only a comment section away. 

Olu

Fun.