ONE. None of us are fucking up like we think we are. We’re always making progress even if we don’t feel like we are.
TWO. It’s not unhealthy to dwell a little, because that’s how you figure out what you think and what matters to you. That’s what opens your mind to new perspectives & helps you realise what you don’t want to do again. It’s what matures you. You should spend time dwelling, but not so much that you pass off chances to live & make new memories…and more shit to dwell over.
I confess, unapologetically, that I will most probably read every one of Laura Jane’s blogs/articles, fangirl over her #laurajanenaked and #lauradoesless hashtags on Instagram, and review any book she ever writes even if one day she pens a book on —–, because it would probably still be a good read.
I reviewed Laura Jane’s Becoming after I fell in love with it within a day back in October and I over-enthusiastically told anyone who would listen about it for a good three months. It taught me to appreciate break-ups as new beginnings, to enjoy being okay being on your own, and to be a better writer simply by being honest. So OF COURSE I was thrilled to hear she was writing another book. And of course I knew it was going to be something beautiful and brilliant when I heard the title Ice Cream for Breakfast.
Devoured within a day again. Dog-eared far too many pages. Even forced myself to do the 19 Things I Like About Myself list.
Feeling like my life is an almost toppling tower of books (quite literally) waiting patiently on my nightstand hoping to be picked up and feeling increasingly ignored when my head hits the pillow instead. So many books, so little time. Is it acceptable to say that even when I’m out, opening the next bottle of wine and laughing obnoxiously with friends, that a tiny part of me would rather be curled up on the sofa with my nose in a book instead? Not sure if I’m turning 25 or 75.
In my old lady defence, there are SO many books out that require devouring at the moment! I was so excited for April to swing around (although the months can now SLOOOOW down please) because I’d finally be getting my hands on Hannah Witton’s Doing It, Daisy Buchanan’s How To Be a Grown-Up and Laura Jane William’s Ice Cream For Breakfast. I love all three of these ladies and their work so I was thrilled to finally have copies of their books in my hands.
Apparently I was so excited for How To Be a Grown-Up that I pre-ordered it twice. (more…)
Delivering you straight to my favourite woman Becky today. She is the relationship advice where I fail to be so because my primary occupation is avoiding relationships. She is my sanity and my bad influence and I am certain that you’ll love her as much as I do. She also quite possibly talks even more than I do, so I’ll let her get straight to it…
They say you shouldn’t speak too soon, and obviously I did when I wrote about my experience with coming off the Pill and how breezy it’d been, because after five days of realising my cycle just kind of does what it wants now, with my tracker app checking in every morning like “Has your period started yet?” (we are both as nervous as each other, app), along period came with cramps coming back with a vengeance. Like all the cramps had saved themselves up over the years that I had tried to diffuse them and unleashed hell over one Monday when I had so much to do.
Once upon a time I would have ditched the to-do list. I don’t take pain killers, so I would have succumbed to the hot water bottle and thrown myself back into bed in the hopes of sleeping it off.
Lately I’m just trying to be better, and do better, and give it all a little more. Sometimes I don’t even know what I mean by being better.
So I chose not to quit the day just yet…maybe in a couple of hours.
I took my vitamins and gulped back a couple of green teas. I forced myself to work out – rumour has it a little exercise does cramps some good. I tidied up the mess I’d made over the weekend. I dealt with my eyebrows. The tiny things that form my Monday mornings. Tiny, irrelevant, ten-minute-if-that jobs. But I didn’t put them off. (more…)