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How to make each day an adventure!


*Note: this post was written a few weeks ago and was sadly left in my drafts folder. I hope you'll still enjoy it!* 

Currently, I'm sitting in my very safe, very comfortable little hidey-hole (my room). I'm enjoying some Courtney Barnett (and eagerly awaiting her new album), I'm wearing old workout clothes, I'm alone and, quite frankly, I'm snug as a bug in a rug. I could stay here forever.

But I won't. 
Because every day should be an adventure. 
Even if things are rubbishy, and it feels like living is a chore, take the time to read my tips and inject some fun into your otherwise unfulfilling day.
Because you are worthy of an excellent, interesting life! 

So, in this rather brief blog post, I wanted to share the little adventure I had today through some pics and also impart my wisdom on how to engage with life, rather than letting it simply pass you by. 


1. Take a detour! 

Today I had a set route, one I often take from the charity shop to town (and we all know how often I go charity shopping, so you get my drift) and I decided to take a detour. It was a longer route, but it was well worth it. 

A detour may take up a few extra minutes of your day but it takes you places you've never been before, or maybe you have, who knows. Anyway, it's interesting, and you might find some places you'd like to revisit. For example, I walked past my favourite charity shop and recorded their opening hours for this weekend, which are sporadic at best and are only ever posted on their window. I hope to visit there tomorrow! See, a little added sparkle to my day. 

It's also really nice to be especially mindful of your surroundings on a detour. You might spot something cool! It can act as a kind of meditation too, which is always a bonus. 


2. Be open to sociability: smile and wave boys, smile and wave.

I've had quite a few unexpected interactions over the past few days. Whether it's due to merely removing my headphones as a friendly face approaches, or just my cordial mood, I do not know. But it was so nice to talk to these strangers. These days everyone is so terrified to talk to each other. The level of avoidance is soul-destroying. 

So talk! Smile at people! Perhaps, if you're feeling extravagant, strike up a conversation about the book a person's reading or compliment their shoes. We're all human and they most likely don't bite!


3. The right music is crucial (and please feel free to sing!) 

The right tunes can add a wonderful glint to an otherwise non-sparkly day. Plus, if you sing your heart at least partially out while taking that detour, you can release all that pent up energy that I know I certainly feel after a stressful week. Be sure to ensure that no-one's around if you're anything like me singing-wise (aka rubbish) though... 

I would highly recommend The Front Bottoms, Courtney Barnett and Varsity for a sunny-day/restless-mind mood. Check out the links if you wish! 

Right folks, that's it from me for today! I hope you're all well and can exercise these tips to have an adventure of your own. 

*Enter present-day Louise: I'm actually off to St Malo today for the weekend and will be checking out all the vintage shops I can find. I'm hoping to write a post about them upon my return, so look forward to that.* 

Much love, over and out! <3 

@jumper.dweller (insta) 

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