Like every person who writes, often we try our best to avoid cliche’s, but sometimes we are inevitably subject to them. With that being said, here I am, having configured my new blog and producing its first blog post at the beginning of 2025; claiming to have a “fresh perspective”, in true “new year new me” style, some might say that relegates me to that category. Not really the tone I intended to set initially, I’d like to think I don’t lack too much substance… which I’m sure the truth within that statement will become evident in my future writing (rambling). Something which makes me feel assured and somewhat validated in this, is I know that many of us are guilty of this cliche. I have never previously been one to put too much pressure on myself in the New Year, to be that girl who curates vision boards, sets a whole list of goals, starts a new diet plan etc… mainly because I have found that I am seemingly that backwards type of person that if there is documentation of my goals, I am more likely to swerve them. I can only assume that this is associated with the pressure of having the goals written down, looming around me somewhere waiting patiently for me to achieve them – and the added guilt because I know I’m probably not going to. They’re best stored in my one of the many tabs open in my brain where there is no hard, tangible evidence of the fact. I’m sure many can relate to this and if not, I’m sorry for calling you backwards.
I have said to myself that I would like to start 2025 with a fresh perspective. Mainly, because my chaotic tendencies are starting to get a little bit old. That’s not to say they will stop – they’re very much inherent, but I’d like to think I can challenge myself to regain some control. This fresh perspective of mine is something that has taken me years of mental battles and internal interrogation. People will downplay to you that “your twenties are hard”. I had plenty of notice from some of my beautiful withering friends who’re a little older than me. Hard or difficult is a meagre description, basically, nothing can prepare you. Funnily enough, you will find yourself being greeted by the same catastrophes time and time again, when you’re unwilling to learn from them. BUT, I am fond of the idea that I have now gathered some street smarts from the twenties turmoil at the blooming age of 25. I am not naive to the fact that I have much more to learn, but this time I hope I am more elevated to do so. Again, I am also not naive to the fact that these catastrophes have led me to be the person I am now. Which, for the first time in the longest time, I can say that person is someone who I am happy to inhabit. With that, writing this has really made me realise the privilege of being able to say you’re finally in a place where you can comfortably accept your catastrophes and use the debris to your own fortune.
Maybe I should actually outline what I want to write about on this blog and why I am starting it, which was my initial purpose for the post. I have loved writing for many years. Really, because when I write is when I feel like my most authentic self. Writing to me is like therapy, it’s like the only way I can articulate myself with meaning. It’s an outlet that helps me to really process, comprehend and embody my own thoughts, feelings and experiences. Whenever I speak words they can feel in-cohesive, my inner monologue has always seemed to excel more if that makes sense. Because of that, I want a space where I can write about the things that I am most passionate about. These ‘things’ will include music related reviews: labels, festivals, music events etc, lifestyle, travel and mental health along with whatever else I fancy chatting some waffle about, in my true fashion. I want to generate exposure to things that matter to me and hopefully matter to others and I want to be completely real with it.
Anyway, I’m going to conclude my ice breaker here. I wanted the above to epitomise briefly where I am at in my life and reasons for my endeavours moving forward, which hopefully it somewhat has. I wanted to include a photo I took watching the sunrise in Mallorca last year – definitely a profound moment of realisation for me in terms of the above. Last and definitely least, forgive me for the chronic overshare, we can only hope for less of that moving forward (probably not).
Amelia Crosland 