On Film: Cotswolds

I don’t know what gave me the courage to start writing on here again. Perhaps it’s fear of missing out. The fear of being left behind. Irrelevant. In this age of social media, the internet, and self-branding, I find myself so inexplicably tangled up between the idea of “being someone” and “being myself”. Omg, who am I really? After much contemplation and introspection (and countless number of duvet days moping around about my mis-identity) i’ve realised that I don’t really care anymore. About what people think. or if my content is worthy enough of a read.

When i created this space AGES ago, I built it on the basis of what I loved doing: documenting. creating. telling stories through pictures, words, videos. Inspiring others, Inspiring myself.

I know no one reads blogs anymore, which is scary considering how the internet has taken over our daily newspaper and magazine flipping (or even books. who reads books these days?) and our attention span to things has been reduced to a quick glance or scroll at our Instagram feeds and stories. Even though i’m guilty of the above (and books too, as much as i try), let’s never give up documenting in all the ways that make us feel comfortable, at home and at peace with yourself. And here’s to hoping that there are souls out there who appreciate random ramblings and thoughts over boring and over-done brand posts.

But anyway, rambling aside, here’s some film shots of my trip to the Cotswolds this spring. Fresh air, all squeezed up in a car with your best friends and the rolling hills of the countryside.