Peace in a Pod

Since this is the first proper, deep-dive blog post on here, I figured it should be centred on a concept I will come to refer to time and time again, a basic principle that I want you to understand, so that if, for whatever reason, you choose not to continue this journey with me, you at least have this one building block that may hopefully serve you. So in the end, I decided to go with that exact idea: the building blocks of our mind - thoughts. If there is anything that baffles me about the human psyche, it is the notion of having thoughts, and the idea that, for vast quantities of our lives, we are totally inept at dealing with these thoughts. For me, identifying and grappling with my thoughts has brought me copious amounts of peace, even though it may not have seemed like it in the moment. “Damn, these jeans got me looking snatched today, only weak for myself so I am.” “Nope, she hates me, she ABSOLUTELY hates me, I’ve really put my foot in it now.” “Not a hope am I going in there ...

This blog is not going to solve all of your problems, nor mine, for that matter. But that is not what it is here to do. I created this space as somewhere to wonder out loud about life and about the quest to finding peace (disclaimer: still looking). Writing for me is something that has always been therapeutic. I wrote our Santa letters every year without fail (asking after Mrs. Claus first and foremost, of course), I chronicled crush after hopeless crush throughout my awkward adolescence, I scrapbooked my travels to Asia (yes, I’m that chick), and I journal as often as I can so as not to carry too much baggage between the ears. As a child, I dreamed of being a writer one day, and while it hasn’t exactly gone the way 9-year-old Aoife had originally intended, I sure hope this blog will come close to reigniting that unadulterated joy I felt at filling copybook after copybook with characters’ crazy, stupid adventures, illustrations and all. As well as a passion for the written word, I also...