There are 60 seconds in a minute. 60 minutes in an hour. 24 hours in a day. The time it takes for the earth to rotate 360 degrees on its axis. There are 365 days in a year, or 366 if it’s a leap year. The time it takes for the earth to orbit around the sun. Once a year, it reaches the date of the day we were born, and we add a year to our age. We label ourselves by our years. We set ourselves deadlines; of what we want to achieve, and how old we want to be when we achieve it. But life doesn’t care about our deadlines.
As the trees in the forest are the oxygen providers of the earth, the family tree is the backbone of the human race. Some family trees become diseased over time, and branches fall off and become separate from the rest. Thankfully, ours remains as strong as the most ancient oak. From our grandparents, to their three children and their various spouses, to the five grandchildren- now having outgrown their family holiday treasure hunts, and now it’s time for the next generation- you.
My previous post was about 2017. But that’s all water under the bridge now. Any drama that happened that year? That’s in the past. It’s time to move forward.
This year, I haven’t set myself new year’s resolutions as such. But I have set myself some goals to work towards, and I guess an overall vision of where I want my life to go. So without further ado, here are the main things I want to achieve this year.
It’s the final day of 2017. In addition to preparing for whatever New Year’s Eve shenanigans I have going on, for me the 31st of December is also a time of reflection. What happened this year? What did I do well? What could I have done better? What do I want from next year?
This one was an interesting year. I had high hopes for this year and a lot of aspirations, however I also had a lot of misfortunes which meant that that they didn’t quite go to plan. I feel like I’ve learnt a lot this year and, as cliche as it sounds, come out a stronger person. So as I get ready to turn the page and begin a new chapter, here’s a recap of my year.
Who should come first- your friends or your partner? Is it OK to drop your friends for a guy? A question as old as the chicken or the egg dilemma, and one everyone will have a different answer to- that is likely to change with time.
When I was younger, I was very much in the “hoes before bros” camp. The combination of being very tall and very shy meant I was completely dateless throughout my teenage years; while others waltzed in and out of relationships, I was always the single friend. A couple of times, my friends would get into a more serious relationship, and I felt a shift. We’d spend less time together. They’d bring their boyfriend along to events. I got “divorced” on Facebook so my friend could put herself as “in a relationship” with her boyfriend. I got, I suppose, downgraded in their list of priorities, which hurt because they still held the same place in mine. And I mean relationships come and go, but friends are there for life, so they should come first, right?
It’s Halloween, and to celebrate, I’m writing something themed. I’ve already covered ghosting in this post (summary: don’t do it), so I thought I’d cover a variation of this sadly common occurrence: friend-ghosting. Same principle as ghosting- but you were just friends.
I’ve been a bit of a boomerang when it comes to moving out. I’m currently back home, but I’ve had stints living in London- once for four months, once for just over a year. The first time I was so busy training for my Kilimanjaro climb, fundraising, and writing I kind of neglected the social side, however the second time around I was determined to live the city-girl fantasy life. I had a couple of friends in London, so the plan was to sneak in with their crew and go from there.
A week ago, I was shopping on ASOS. My profile pictures are looking a little tired, so to liven things up I was planning on doing a photoshoot with my photographer friend. I needed a new dress or skirt and top combo that would reflect my “brand”, as it were. Something pretty. Not to smart, not too casual. Feminine, fairly modest but still sexy. Modern traditional. I couldn’t seem to find anything that seemed right. Eventually I settled on one little number, but I just wasn’t sure. I wasn’t that enthusiastic. So I left it.
Later on, I took at look at the River Island website, and saw this gorgeous 1950s style tea dress. In 5 DIFFERENT COLOURS. So I bought my favourite, stuck the others on my Christmas list, and was so happy I didn’t buy the other one.
This blog is of course a dating blog. So if you’re a regular reader, you’re probably used to articles detailing the tale of woe that is my love life. But today, I’m going to blog about a different type of relationship.
Does anyone find it hard to make good female friends?
“Never date a friend’s ex”. One of the golden rules of dating. Along with “Never date a co-worker”. And “Never date a flatmate”.
Which makes sense. I mean, those are potentially very awkward situations, and there are plenty of other fish and all that. But realistically- same social circles, feelings happen, things happen. A lot of relationships come about due to proximity (and let’s face it, alcohol). So you’re more likely to develop a crush on a co-worker or a friend’s ex than on a 2 hour Tinder date.
The question is, how do you deal with it?
I turned 26 this weekend. I was going to write one of those “X Things Learned By X Age” posts to make the #SundayBlogShare the day after. However, I forgot I can’t handle spirits, so on my birthday celebrations the night before, I drank a load of homemade cocktails and vodka-and-mixers during predrinks, then more vodka at the club. Was a good night, but ended up spending the next day in bed feeling like my head was about to split open, and running back and forth to the bathroom vomiting.
Sooo that’s why the post didn’t appear on Sunday. But I thought it was a cool idea, so here it is now.