i am tish the fish

Life doesn’t have a safety net… But who says you’re going to fall?

I often wish I was brave enough to just turn up at Gatwick airport and slap down cash on the table and tell the lady at the desk for a one way ticket on the next available flight - just see where fate takes me. the overwhelming thought of the adventure expands in me like someone pumping a balloon in my chest.
Weather it’s the Hockey girls at uni screaming ‘Go Hard Or Go Home!’ at me as i down a snakebite in the SU late at night knowing i have a 9am lecture to attend, or eating that extra slice of pizza on a girls night in despite the ‘diet’, it’s always important to live life with no regrets. that why i believe those 3 fateful words ‘I dare you’ is a gateway into a world of risk taking!
as a child, (although to be fair, i still do) used to add as many ‘d’ words onto the start of dare, as if this would somehow make it more daring… “I double dog doctor doughnut dare you!” - I think you’ll agree this works.
I wish I was brave enough to do half the stuff I do without someone having to add the words ‘I dare you’ to the start of it. But, daring someone is a binding verbal contract to fully commit to an act.
people always say that you have to live your life like it was your last, and althought that a beautiful sentence and saying, it’s ridiculous. if it was my last day on Earth, like anyone i would live with no consequences as i couldn’t fear death anymore because i knew it was already coming… but living with no consequences is a bad idea as the choices we make today will affect us for the next 60years.
So maybe we shouldn’t live our lives like we are going to die tomorrow, but live out lives with a smile, because our dreams should never be better then real life.
Later Days -Tish the Fish x
(PS try something that scares you today, go on, I dare you)

Life doesn’t have a safety net… But who says you’re going to fall?

I often wish I was brave enough to just turn up at Gatwick airport and slap down cash on the table and tell the lady at the desk for a one way ticket on the next available flight - just see where fate takes me. the overwhelming thought of the adventure expands in me like someone pumping a balloon in my chest.

Weather it’s the Hockey girls at uni screaming ‘Go Hard Or Go Home!’ at me as i down a snakebite in the SU late at night knowing i have a 9am lecture to attend, or eating that extra slice of pizza on a girls night in despite the ‘diet’, it’s always important to live life with no regrets. that why i believe those 3 fateful words ‘I dare you’ is a gateway into a world of risk taking!

as a child, (although to be fair, i still do) used to add as many ‘d’ words onto the start of dare, as if this would somehow make it more daring… “I double dog doctor doughnut dare you!” - I think you’ll agree this works.

I wish I was brave enough to do half the stuff I do without someone having to add the words ‘I dare you’ to the start of it. But, daring someone is a binding verbal contract to fully commit to an act.

people always say that you have to live your life like it was your last, and althought that a beautiful sentence and saying, it’s ridiculous. if it was my last day on Earth, like anyone i would live with no consequences as i couldn’t fear death anymore because i knew it was already coming… but living with no consequences is a bad idea as the choices we make today will affect us for the next 60years.

So maybe we shouldn’t live our lives like we are going to die tomorrow, but live out lives with a smile, because our dreams should never be better then real life.

Later Days -Tish the Fish x

(PS try something that scares you today, go on, I dare you)

I’ve always looked a birds in trees and thought to myself ‘Why do they just stay in one place when they can fly anywhere in the world?’ then I stop and ask myself that same question.

There are so many things in life stopping us from being free that I often wonder if we are living or just mere machines. It scares me that a tiny metal disk strapped to my arm controls not only my own life but everyone’s around me. We get up, work, eat, sleep and repeat. Like clockwork. This begs the question, are we living or surviving.
We live in a shameless world where we are told obsessively what to wear, what not to eat and has even gotten to the point where the media is almost brainwashing us to tell us what to think. Are we nothing more then fish in a tank with a tropical wallpaper background of endless see that we believe we are free yet only realise being free is nothing but an illusion when we hit the glass.
I ponder on the thought - is to dream to be free?
surely we are free in our dreams right? dreaming is what keeps me getting up in the morning. as a child I often dreamed of becoming a super hero, and I’m not ashamed to tell you, years onwards this hasn’t changed. I dream of becoming the first female doctor on BBC’s Doctor Who. it’s bold and a little ‘out there’ if you will but I’ve always admired people with life time wishes that others laughed at. on a serious note the next best thing to being a crime fighting hero would be to join the police force, I say that’s Plan B, because I’d far rather be catching bad guys across time and space!
Do our unrealistic dreams keep us sane in such a constructed and organised society? Does that thought of ‘a better something’ keep us smiling as we know every day is a step closer to it? or are we just a donkey chasing a carrot on a stick?
We can all dream to be rich or famous, or for knowledge or power, but deep down - we all just dream to be truly free.
Later Days - Tish the Fish x

I’ve always looked a birds in trees and thought to myself ‘Why do they just stay in one place when they can fly anywhere in the world?’ then I stop and ask myself that same question.

There are so many things in life stopping us from being free that I often wonder if we are living or just mere machines. It scares me that a tiny metal disk strapped to my arm controls not only my own life but everyone’s around me. We get up, work, eat, sleep and repeat. Like clockwork. This begs the question, are we living or surviving.

We live in a shameless world where we are told obsessively what to wear, what not to eat and has even gotten to the point where the media is almost brainwashing us to tell us what to think. Are we nothing more then fish in a tank with a tropical wallpaper background of endless see that we believe we are free yet only realise being free is nothing but an illusion when we hit the glass.

I ponder on the thought - is to dream to be free?

surely we are free in our dreams right? dreaming is what keeps me getting up in the morning. as a child I often dreamed of becoming a super hero, and I’m not ashamed to tell you, years onwards this hasn’t changed. I dream of becoming the first female doctor on BBC’s Doctor Who. it’s bold and a little ‘out there’ if you will but I’ve always admired people with life time wishes that others laughed at. on a serious note the next best thing to being a crime fighting hero would be to join the police force, I say that’s Plan B, because I’d far rather be catching bad guys across time and space!

Do our unrealistic dreams keep us sane in such a constructed and organised society? Does that thought of ‘a better something’ keep us smiling as we know every day is a step closer to it? or are we just a donkey chasing a carrot on a stick?

We can all dream to be rich or famous, or for knowledge or power, but deep down - we all just dream to be truly free.

Later Days - Tish the Fish x

Sunsets on faded memories of challenges gone past.

So we’ve finally managed to shake all that sand out of our suitcases and shoved them back in our lofts to be forgotten till next summer, but my mind then falls on to the other things in the summer I’ve forgotten.
It’s all very well in June when we’ve just finished another year at uni to think to the summer and set yourself a goal to accomplish before heading back come September, but the idea of summer challenges seem so ‘doable’ but like the dreaded new years resolutions, you may have started with good intentions - they never last.
now unlike Mark Zuckerberg (Mr.Facebook) who set himself a challenge of only eating meat from animals he has killed (http://www.geekosystem.com/mark-zuckerberg-animals/) I set my sights much lower.
I challenged myself to read all 7 Harry Potter books. yes, I know I know, Iwasn’t being ambitious but I just wanted to start a challenge I could actually finish for a change, rather then go back to uni wearing the same size skinny jeans I did the term before because my challenge of dropping dress sizes failed as soon as a pizza takeaway menu falls through my letter box.
To conclude, it’s September, and basically, well… I failed, I got to book 5.
Later Days - Tish The Fish xx

Sunsets on faded memories of challenges gone past.

So we’ve finally managed to shake all that sand out of our suitcases and shoved them back in our lofts to be forgotten till next summer, but my mind then falls on to the other things in the summer I’ve forgotten.

It’s all very well in June when we’ve just finished another year at uni to think to the summer and set yourself a goal to accomplish before heading back come September, but the idea of summer challenges seem so ‘doable’ but like the dreaded new years resolutions, you may have started with good intentions - they never last.

now unlike Mark Zuckerberg (Mr.Facebook) who set himself a challenge of only eating meat from animals he has killed (http://www.geekosystem.com/mark-zuckerberg-animals/) I set my sights much lower.

I challenged myself to read all 7 Harry Potter books. yes, I know I know, Iwasn’t being ambitious but I just wanted to start a challenge I could actually finish for a change, rather then go back to uni wearing the same size skinny jeans I did the term before because my challenge of dropping dress sizes failed as soon as a pizza takeaway menu falls through my letter box.

To conclude, it’s September, and basically, well… I failed, I got to book 5.

Later Days - Tish The Fish xx