I’m An Adult?!

Today I turned eighteen.

Me? Eighteen? That can’t be right… Let me check my birth certificate, hang on… oh, turns out I am eighteen. Welp.

It’s such a scary age, isn’t it? More responsibilities, pressure, expectations. I’m supposed to be someone that I’m not; someone mature and reasonable and ready for life. I still have no clue what my life is going to become; no clue where it’ll take me or where I’ll take it. I don’t think I’m going to have an idea anytime soon.

Today, though, was a bit of fun in a world where there seems to lack it. I met up with some really good friends (ANewChapter and MyMindSpeaksAloud being two of the three that I invited) and we played cat games. Also, pizza, but unfortunately ANewChapter couldn’t stay for that. The cat games were so fun though and I had a really nice time. The non-blogger friend that came gave me some flowers, which made me feel really grown-up and mature, even though I’m not. What’s ironic is that she got me quite an immature card which contrasts with the flowers. It’s made me have an existential crisis: am I an adult or am I a kid?! She wrote some lovely words inside of the card though.

ANewChapter got me a really pretty notebook and also wrote some lovely words in the card. Too many lovely words! Luckily, MyMindSpeaksAloud was less serious and lovely in what she wrote, but it was still really nice. I mean, you can’t have three serious cards, can you? And she got me the best cat mug ever; she has really good taste. I suppose she just sees something with cats on and thinks “yup, Lia will like this” — and she’s right!

I got an iPad today, my first ever iProduct, and it’s really cool. MyMindSpeaksAloud, being an avid lover of iProducts, talked me through some of the settings. I also got a lovely dress which I wore today (yes, that was a birthday present, people who came to my house) and two cat-themed games, which I played with my friends. Plus £100 from my Nan, who apparently only gave my brother £60 for his 18th. My aunt only gave me £25 whilst she gave my brother £30 for his 18th though. That sorta makes up for it… Ish. If you take away the extra £35.

It was a fun day and I think my friends bonded, because MyMindSpeaksAloud hadn’t met the others before (though knew one from blogging, of course) and told me about how nice they were after.

My brother tagged my present from him (Exploding Kittens; card game) with the words: “You’re an adult!!! Now act like one”. That seemed like a very brotherly thing to say. I love him anyway, even if he does annoy me a lot sometimes…

Moving on, I just wanted to say that these eighteen years have been so mixed. Some years were great, some years weren’t so great, but in the end, I have three amazing friends who I don’t see as often as I’d like, but who I care a lot about. They’re the type of friends that you can go ages without seeing and just pick up where you left off when you do see them though, and that’s just awesome. Two of them are already eighteen and one will be eighteen very soon. We’re all growing up and heading in different directions. Two are going to uni, the other two of us are chilling for a while. It’s amazing how people extend into different directions in life. What makes people take those different turns? Why do some people end up as artists and others end up as accountants? (Referencing my parents and their very different lifestyle choices). It’s amazing how we all begin very similar and we end up totally different.

I’m eighteen now, but I definitely don’t feel it, and that’s okay. You might not feel your age either, and you might never feel your age, but age is only your biological factor; it doesn’t mean a thing about your psychology. You can be whatever age you want to be, if you believe it.

Thank you for reading this post,


An adult.

How I Write Poetry

I recently got a lovely comment from someone, on my poem ‘Repeat’ (which you can find here) and she asked if I could write a blog post on how I write poetry. I’ve never really had any suggestions for posts before, so I got excited by this, but then I thought: wait, how do I write poetry?

I’ve never really considered this. I just write my poetry, without really thinking about it, so I didn’t know how to write this post. But I’ve been thinking and that isn’t necessarily true: I do think about it, it’s just so natural to me that I find it hard to understand how others might struggle with it. Obviously, I’m not that good at poetry, but writing it is definitely a hobby of mine. I write so much!

So, now I’m thinking about it, I thought I’d tell you in stages how I write it and how you could write it.

Stage one: The idea

This is about considering the idea of what I want to write. I never just write a poem based off of anything. It has to be personal to me. Often, it is inspired by things I see or situations I’m in, but it will always be personal. The less attached you are to a poem, the less attached readers will be too, at least, in my experience. For example, ‘Repeat’ is written about the judgement and examination you get in your life in general, but was triggered by me having exams. That made it something I could relate to and, hopefully, readers could relate to.

Stage two: Writing it

Usually, this is quick, once I get started, but the getting started can be hard because I sometimes don’t know to phrase it. Writing the poem, to me, is the part that requires hardly any thinking. I usually don’t rhyme my poems, but when I do, it’s generally unforced. You should only rhyme if you want to, not if you feel the need to. If you feel pressured to rhyme, your poem can come across as cold, instead of bubbling with the emotions you wanted to put into it.

I tend to use metaphors in quite a lot of my poems — and sometimes the entire poem will be a metaphor! I feel that, if you are uncertain about saying what you actually mean, metaphors are the way to go! They can express your emotions without causing too much heartache for you. 🙂

Stage three: Editing

I, personally, don’t edit! I know people are thinking “what?!?! you have to edit!” and I do edit my stories — but poetry is about getting your emotions across and I feel that editing takes away the raw emotions. This doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t edit; it’s a personal decision. A lot of people I know do edit.

If you decide to edit, make sure that the emotion you first put into it is still there. Don’t take out the emotion. That’s the most important thing. Only clear up the flow of the poem, not the feelings.

And… done!

I know my advice probably isn’t the best because I really don’t know how I write my poetry but someone wanted me to do a post on it so I did! I don’t want to let my followers down hehe…

Hope you liked this post,