Isn't it amazing how much people can change in such a short space of time, yourself included. To go from committed jobs & relationships, to selling their houses and moving across the world, to deciding that they really can't be arsed with drama, therefore a monastery is next on the agenda. We get it, we all change, often for the better, but sometimes for the worse...but in life, when change occurs, surely honesty is the best policy?
When you move to a new country you tend to meet a lot of new people, its always exciting to find a new friend, to connect with somebody on a level as if you have known them for years, but there are always times where you will meet somebody that just doesn’t fit well into your new life.
Recently a lot things have been resonating with me or genuinely moving me to tears, I'm not entirely sure why...
Oh Tinder, my dear dear friend, Tinder. How I love to hate you, yet still love to download you every time I say I will never go back onto the app. The most powerful tool for judgement, to question, to find that one night bang you've been longing for. It is the full on definition of 'Fuck It' App. So...do you love it, or hate it?
It’s taken me around a week to write this post, not because I’ve been overthinking it to fuck, but because I’ve been living my best life in Bali. So who can blame me? But, I wanted to raise a topic on happiness, and whether you should feel guilty about being happy after going through something emotionally negative. Recently, a week a go to be exact, I got told to stop lying to myself because I couldn’t be happy with my current life.
I think I’m a bit of a runner, I have most definitely run before, away from my problems, hoping a holiday or a yoga training would cure my broken little soul. Running away to find the freedom in my own choices, knowing that everyone around me knows nothing about my past. I accept this part of my being and I have began to embrace it, but more recently I have decided to run off again, this time to Bali, for 70 days.
When I first started writing this post, I couldn’t think of a name for it, I had all these thoughts racing through my head on why being different is beautiful, observing the differences in others, finding your own person…bla bla bla.
Have you ever felt that your social life may be taking a hit because you have no energy to go out and talk to people after a week of work? Yep, thats the negative shit that you are not letting go of, you are holding onto negativity in all the wrong ways. Ever found yourself struggling to get out of bed in the morning and dread your day? Yep, once again that negativity is knocking at your window and you are allowing it to take control of you.
in danger, in peril, in jeopardy, at risk, endangered, unsafe, unprotected, ill-protected, unguarded.
Last year I started a new job, I thought it was going to be the life changing venture I needed to shoot me into a future career and make my life whole, shiny and beautiful…as you can already imagine, it wasn’t. It turned my life into something bleak, miserable and downright fucking depressing. I argued with my then boyfriend, I cried on the regular, I barely saw my friends and I genuinely had no energy to give to anybody else because I had given it all away during the day and throughout the week. Breathe.