Thoughts of a Psychology Student

Sorry this blog post is so late! (by 'so' late I mean 2 days but still). Hope it doesn't disappoint you as much as the solar eclipse disappointed the entire population of Bath.... (making a pin hole camera is easier said than done...) Book five minutes into your daily schedule now and commit to give that time to someone who needs it. Perhaps your family, a friend, or even more time in prayer. Done :) Read your local newspaper, watch TV or scroll through your Facebook newsfeed. Pray for each item as it appears. I haven't done this yet, but believe it's so important. We often underestimate the power of prayer, especially in affecting issues that we're not directly related to. Pray with shameless audacity. Slip a bar of chocolate into someone’s bag with a note saying ‘#40acts’. Or leave a bar or two in your local library, on a park bench or on the train. This was my most successful act this week. I bought a chocolate bar, put a cute po

Lent week 3 has potentially been less successful than previous weeks. Nevertheless, here are the acts i've completed this week... Call your grandma, or your grandson, or your teenage cousin. Make a point of reconnecting with someone of a different generation today I did manage to do this act this week, albeit perhaps for different reasons than merely reconnecting. I emailed my entire extended family (... well those who are technologically advanced....) about potential sponsorship for hitchhiking to Paris in April. But I also managed to email my Grandma! I told her about me singing in a concert at the weekend (something she was delighted to hear) and told her I wanted to come and stay with her in May for a couple of nights. She replied pretty pronto (yay for technologically able o.a.ps) telling me that she just read my email on her iPad, sitting on a balcony in Madeira drinking wine and sent me this picture to prove it... alright for some I suppose... Think of a par

I like to think i've been slightly better at doing my 40acts each day this week..... The bare minimum is to arrive when you say you will. Could you be there a few minutes earlier, though? This act resulted in a rather ridiculous shenanigan this weekend. Facing a prospective hectically busy couple of days, Imogen and I decided to plan out exactly where we needed to be, when we needed to be there and what we needed to bring. Saturday morning was spent at our church women's breakfast, followed by swimming at the leisure centre, and rushing back up to campus for GASP rehearsals  on time  (singing society). When we got to the rehearsal, it seemed no one was there. Upon realising we had got the wrong day we proceeded to stay in a seminar room and meticulously plan out Sunday so that we didn't miss anything.  Come sunday morning, we met with church people to give our breakfast bags on campus, rushed down to town to watch Helen and Maddy run .... but missed them