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What do you want?

Posted in Personal
on May 13, 2018
What do you want from life?

I read Peta’s post with the same title a couple of weeks ago. It was my #SundayFavourite on Twitter that week because it was just a lovely read, and very relatable. But, the thing is, I’m still thinking about it.

It’s a funny thing because, really, most of the time we’re thinking about what we want. What we want for dinner, which movie we want to see, where we want to go this weekend. I’m a very introspective person and I’m always thinking about what I want from life.

 

One of the main reasons I quit my job was because it was most definitely what I didn’t want. I got a big sense that I shouldn’t be wasting my very precious time on something that made me so unhappy. Continue reading

I quit my job with nothing else to do

Posted in Personal
on March 4, 2018
I quit my job

So, I quit my job. It is both the most and the least adult thing I have done for a long time.

 

You may have already worked this out if you follow me on Twitter/Instagram, and you might be aware that I’m currently trotting about the ol’ globe like a recent graduate. Or, if you happen to snoop on mine & Claudia’s conversations, ‘cause she’s the only person I’ve told in actual words. On Twitter, ofc.

 

You may have seen some of the travel snaps on Insta and thought “ay up, she’s got some cushy job that allows her to travel” or maybe “she must have some holiday allowance”.

Ha, nope, unemployed life.

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Alcohol, peer pressure, and being imperfect

Posted in Personal
on January 7, 2018
Alcohol, peer pressure & being imperfect

I can’t seem to say ‘no’ to alcohol without fear of negative response. I’m a little worried about myself.

I guess it’s come up because Christmas and New Year are generally times where we, in the UK, drink an awful lot. There are parties and celebrations and lots of “go on, since it’s Christmas”.

 

I don’t drink a lot. Honestly, if someone told me today that I could never have alcohol again, it wouldn’t even register. I wouldn’t care.

 

I don’t mind the odd glass of wine with a meal, and I’ll happily go to the pub for a few hours and have a G&T. I have had a lot of fun being drunk.

But, right now, I’m not enjoying the hours and hours of drinking.

I don’t find it fun, and I don’t like the effect it has on my body so, really, I don’t want to do it anymore.

However, putting that into practice is a different matter.

 

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