A week off work…

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I am on holiday.

A week off work… thank god! I love my job, honestly I do but you just need that break don’t you. Some time where you have no responsibilities, nobody is waiting for anything and you don’t have to keep that smile on your face right up until 4.30pm.

We are going away at the weekend, a little break to Glasgow before we have to start the slog all over again. I have found cute vintage shops, green museum gardens, steak houses, cabaret nights, beautiful bars… the list goes on. I am going to be in  heaven!

I decided the few days leading up to going away I was going to relax, slow down a bit, remember what it was like when I was 8 years old and the six week summer holidays felt like an eternity. I wanted that feeling. Sleeping in late and opening the curtains to BRIGHT LIGHT! Eating big breakfasts at 11am and staying in my pants till 3pm. Mooching around the house, maybe cleaning the bathroom or doing that thing I should have done last month. Read. Knit. Drink gin in the day time. Just be bloody indulgent.

The plans in my head were supposed to be executed without a hitch. I would just fall into this lifestyle of a retired millionaire with ease, realise this is who I am supposed to be after all… call work and quit!! It just wasn’t that simple though…

My beautiful brain. The gooey thing inside my skull that ticks ever so quietly in the background.

Saturday morning: I woke feeling groggy. I had a sadness right in the pit of my stomach, unexplainable, unreasonable, but very much there. Do I ignore it? Do I try to cover it up? Do I run and hide? FUCK! This wasn’t supposed to happen on the first day of my holiday! I was supposed to be bouncy, care free, millionaire-like.

Now this is new, it’s a whole new thing that has bubbled up over the past 6 months (is it my tablets, is it the weather, is it just me?) and I am finding it hard to explain all the things I don’t yet understand to my love. My love who only wants to see my smile and laugh. My love, who would do anything to make it better, tried so hard all day to turn my un-millionaire-like day into a sparkly first-day-of-summer-princess-unicorn-extraveganza!

But I couldn’t get there.

How do you explain that?

How do you say to someone, or even to yourself that today is a shit day, no reason why but it is shit. I want to curl up and over think everything. I want to be alone. I want you to hold me. I want my mum. I want to be 5 years old. I want to grow old and not have these worries anymore. I want to be numb. I want you to see inside my head. I want to pretend everything’s fine. Everything is fine. It is not fine.

In the end I drank two glasses of gin, grapefruit and tonic because I could no longer bare to listen to my own thoughts.

This happened again on Sunday.

And again on Monday.

Tuesday: We woke up at 10am. We ate a big breakfast of eggs, avocados, mushrooms, tomatoes, toast, tea and orange juice. I made the bed, and hoovered the two spare rooms because they haven’t been cleaned in months. I got dressed, and did my hair the way I like it, right on top of my head with big ringlets hanging down. I painted on my eyebrows, thick and brown, and used my new blush pink lip stain. I danced around the kitchen in my favourite bra and we kissed and talked about how in love we are. We drove an hour and fifteen to my grandma and grandads house in the moors. We laughed, drank so much tea and ate biscuits. My grandma taught my love how to knit and she piled our car with lampshades, cardigans and high waisted knickers that she thought she wanted but now doesn’t. I took hundreds of photos and videos of my grandad on all the snapchat filters, and I laughed at how much he laughed. We drove all the back home, listening to radio 1 and singing / car dancing to hip hop. We fell on the sofa, ate nachos and chilli and watched a film about McDonalds. I clutched my grandads hankie the whole day and fell asleep in my lovers soft arms still holding it.

It was the perfect holiday day. I was that 8 year old girl whose day lasted an eternity. I went all over my world and I dropped down in my big bed at the end of the day, exhausted but chattering about how lucky I am to have such beautiful people right here. I was that millionaire lady, retired, and content. It was my perfect holiday day.

Wednesday: One eye open… FINGERS CROSSED!

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Loneliness…

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Loneliness:

Sadness because one has no friends or company.

The quality of being unfrequented and remote, isolation.

Loneliness is probably one of the main reasons I decided 2017 was going to be different. Last year I fell in love, and chose to move away from everything I knew because I had realised that life is too short to waste on fitting in around others. The year previous I had fallen out of a destructive relationship (I did not know this at the time) and I promised myself I would not let myself be ruled by anyone else. I didn’t want to waste anymore time making decisions based on what my friends thought, what my lover thought, what my family thought.

Anyway, I fell in love and I moved away.

I am happy. I know I am loved. I have a perfect life. I love her.

But I am so incredibly lonely.

Don’t go thinking I moved half way across the world – I didn’t. It’s maybe an hours drive up the motorway to my mama’s house, another 30 minutes to my dads. The thing is I don’t have anyone just here… Nobody to nip in and see after work… No one to call round on a Sunday morning for brunch…

It seems silly, to talk about it out loud. And a thousand things fly through my head when I feel like this (‘you’re and idiot, you have everything/but you are loved/just get in the car and drive over to see your pals/it must be the tablets that make you feel like this/GET A GRIP‘), but the truth is the pain I feel inside when I really do have time to think about this gap in my life is immense.

It bubbles up all around me. It sucks me in and I can’t see clearly. It makes everything else appear less sparkly. Then I feel guilty for letting these silly thoughts scribble over everything I have now. How can this happen? How can a confident, funny, ambitious girl like me have these destructive thoughts about being alone?

This is why I am actively changing 2017. I am going out there. I am doing things I would never have dreamed of needing to do. I am making choices and plans to meet new people, try new things, go new places. I want to do it, just me. I don’t need my love to help me along, I can do this on my own.

I have come to realise that it isn’t a bad thing to want a change in your life, and if something happens that changes the direction you thought you were going in then you CAN change direction again. And again. And again!

So where are we now… February 2017. So far I have:

  • Joined a yoga and wellbeing group (never EVER having done yoga before, it was kinda weird. I thought I would have time to chin wag… no! Instead I copied everyone windmill swinging their arms for a warm up, and did a strange mouth stretch ending with an extended laugh/yawn before we fully dived into tree moves, elephant walks and signs to the sun?!)
  • Signed up to an online pen-pal website… again strange experience. I wrote my bio, re-read it a thousand times to make sure the world knew I just wanted to chat about Harry Potter / gin / Netflix, and finally posted my ad. WELL! This is why we have stranger danger isn’t it. Bloody hell! 100% of the replies I received genuinely were an attempt to marry me. I mean come on!
  • Opened a second WordPress account… going well so far. I am still feeling the euphoric buzz that is writing for the world. However, a few weeks this may be different.

I am so happy with my progress. I mean I am learning along the way, don’t get me wrong (lets leave the pen-pal site well alone!). I have yet to make new life long friends however, I am sure this will happen in time (someone told me after uni the next time you make friends is when you have a baby… I’ll ask my love what she thinks?!)

What can I add to my list for the year?

I’ll keep you updated 🙂

 

 

 

The first one…

blogging-insideBlogging is a weird thing, right?

You feel empowered because you are writing from your heart. You feel a little embarrassed because you really are writing from the heart. You feel self-conscious. Maybe lonely. Or are you the one who is completely bewildered that nobody else feels the way you feel so you have to get it all out there or you will burst into flames!

I go through all the usual feelings when I post (strength, empowerment, joy, worry, embarrassment, self-hatred), and it usually ends up in me hiding for a few months and then deleting my account a few months after that. I get this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach – that no one actually cares about what I am saying. Do I matter to anyone else?

Today I came to the conclusion (I know, I know… it took me a while!) that it doesn’t matter who reads what I post. It really doesn’t matter. Blogging doesn’t have to be for an audience, it can be for me. Just me.

I decided in January that I am going to do things for me. Things that make me happy 🙂 And although blogging wasn’t my number one, it definitely was on the list. So I am back. Alongside some other new activities in my life, 2017 is the year I shall blog my life away – how bloody exciting!

So, this is the post to find out a little about me, and then we just crack on right?

  • Two years ago I set up a WordPress for the very first time. I was going through the worlds worst break up… I am not exaggerating in the slightest. No one could ever understand because no one had ever experienced any of the hurt and sadness that I felt during those few months… NO ONE! Then I deleted it because I suddenly realised EVERYONE had felt heartache in some way (remember that chocolate bar you saved behind the milk bottle in the fridge… and your brother ate it an hour ago!).
  • After graduating in Criminal Psychology at 21 years of age I stuck with what I knew… and worked in retail! I hated it, but I was good at my job and I earned money (which turned really quickly into prosecco and skinny jeans!). Last year I decided it was finally my time to turn my back on everything viscose and I accidentally dropped into the best job in the world! I now support families of sick children – I still find it hard to believe that I am doing something like this. I was always the girl who didn’t really know what she wanted to be when she was older, I was happy to let my barbies do the hard work, all I had to do was move their legs!
  • I have three brothers. My parents broke up when I was 4. I have curly hair and blue eyes. Last year I suddenly felt tired… my usual scatty behaviour started ending with my body crashing. I started to eat every two hours just to stay focused and I slept way past the usual seven hours I had trained my body to accept. Turns out I wasn’t dying but I had Hyperthyroidism. Now I take tablets everyday, in 18 months I will know whether my brain has fixed the problem or if I need radioactivity / surgery to rid my body forever of the thyroid gland that refuses to do its job!
  • My girlfriend bought her first house last year. I moved in too. I’m telling everyone it’s my first house as well. I gathered if I pay half the mortgage every month it will soon build up… eventually I’ll own the bathroom tiles. Or maybe even a window!
    This is me.

My blogs will be about nothing in particular but to me they will be my world.

I’m 24 years old and I do believe that up until this point I have made a lot of decisions based on what those around me would think or feel. It is very empowering to consciously think ‘It Is Me Who Wants To Do This’. And I think I am doing well so far. Here’s to blogging…