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September historically has always been an extremely exciting month for me. You can add busy to the list now. I know we're only on the 15th but I already feel like I've seen September twice! Ha!

I've not blogged since I shared about my need for a shock... I did achieve my distance. Infact by the time I had avoided the cows (long story, see my @lucytakesfotos insta) I managed to knock out 12.6KM that Saturday.

I have also launched my Etsy Store (that was last weekend) and so the week preceding was manic. Making samples, Photographing, Editing, & Listing them. I was so social media'd out by the end. I also celebrated my birthday. That was fun. It was mellow though.

For a start, I didn't stay up until midnight like I usually do. I went to breakfast with Mr B, then crafted in the afternoon before having a fancy dress girly night with my friends.

Hello 29! This year as with all other years, my top priority is to live my life as authentically as i can. 2018 is my year of Brave and I'm trying to try new things and push my fear boundaries quite a bit.

Although I'm also trying to reclaim one day a week because at the moment i'm working a lot and not having a day for my sanity basically. As you may know I am passionate about self care, however i've been slacking lately but i'm taking back control! Watch this space!

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