Tag: adulthood

It really wouldn’t kill you to be nice…

Before I go into what I suppose is a little rant, I just want to say, I hope everyone is doing okay and I hope that this does make a few people think and make others laugh…which is completely allowed at this time! In fact, its needed!

This is all very difficult on lots of people and it has been so lovely to see everyone coming together to help one another and showing a lot of appreciation to our key workers. To be honest, I give a genuine applause to anyone who hasn’t killed their partner, sibling or any other family member, from being stuck inside the house. Seriously. Humans were never meant to live on top of one another in this way. But, we do what we need to do right now to survive.

However, I was reminded yesterday that there are still people in this world who really do not care about anyone but themselves and it was in the stupedist scenario ever! Now, I completely invite you to laugh at this situation, because, looking back I can now laugh at it. At the time, I genuinely cried and wanted to punch somebody.

Let me set the scene: I had had a bit of a bad morning, having had an argument with my family and decided to go for my daily walk with my dog. Its sunny, clear skies and I have just had a chat with my boyfriend who has cheered me up completely. Hes a key worker, so we couldn’t chat long, before he was off his break and had to get back. I’m walking down this road, when I get to a bit of off road track bust is a cut through. Please bare in mind that this is a wide road. Two people are walking towards me with their dog. Now, my dog is fine with other dogs as long as they aren’t bigger than him. Clearly, with the current situation, we dont want to be going anywhere near them. So, I’m holding my dog back. The owner puts his dog back on the lead (which looked like an extremely long piece of rope) and let is hang very loose, hardly holding his dog back. My dog is watching him when this dog starts to bark and go for mine. I pull mine back (Archie) and he listens. The other dog goes again and as my dog pulls forward too, I lose my footing and fall over my foot, twist my ankle, whilst dragging my knee across the ground and falling flat on my face.

Did they ask if I was okay? Did they apologise for not keeping their dog back and letting it get so close to mine?

No.

They literally looked at me and walked away! My dog immediately stopped the second I fell over and came by my side. He licked my cheek as I started to cry and sat on the ground holding myself up and completely letting myself just have a moment.

You have no idea what other people are going through. None at all. I was angry with them, yes, but later I was able to laugh at how funny I probably looked in a sitcom kind of way. There are genuinely some people who will never understand how to just be kind to someone. I called my friend, who calmed me down, reminded me to breathe and checked I was okay. A small gesture that was gratefully received.

Later that day I had an influx of people who I am lucky to have in my life, tell me that I am loved and that they were there for me. It completely turned my day around. By the end of the day, I didn’t even really remember what had happened that morning. Come two weeks time, it would even cross my mind once and those people would of been gone from my life. It’s easy sometimes to let people’s actions take over in your head and have an impact and worse of all it can happen with people that you dont even know and who won’t have even given you a second thought. Don’t waste time of people like that. It’s so easy to do and I am the worst for it. I hold onto things and struggle to let go and have done for a long time. I need to take a leaf out of my own book. Don’t let those that aren’t important, affect you and put a downer on your day. Now, more than ever, you need to keep hold of the things that are important to you. That make you smile, laugh and even cry. There is always a balance needed. Negativity in order to see the positive things in life. But dont let it take over and have power over the rest of your day or what you want to do with it. Time is precious. Sometimes it really bloody hurts when you fall, but you just have to get back up again and keep going.

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My New Chapter Starts

Tomorrow, I start my new job and with that starts a whole new chapter in my life.

I have spent around the last 17 years of my life in education and I have loved every single second of it. From primary school right through to going to University, I have loved soaking up every drop if information that anyone can give me. Yes, I had my good and bad days as everyone does, but all in all, I really loved education.

This past year since leaving University, has definitely had its ups and downs. I knew that moving back home would be difficult, but I hadn’t quite comprehended just how much of an effect it would have on me. I was scared to move back home and I was scared to figure out what to do next.

Coming back to where I grew up, didn’t really feel like coming home at first. It was like the first day of school all over again, where you know no one and no one knows you. I had to start again with making friends and I think to some extent, I felt homesick from Lincoln where I went to University.

I was desperate to move back. I still am desperate to move back, but have now come to terms that it just isn’t my time yet to go back there. I hope to some day, but have finally reached an area of acceptance where I feel okay – even pretty good with where I am now.

When I left my old job, it was really difficult. I have made some lifelong friends there who have been there for me through one of the toughest years of my life since leaving Uni. They were there to make me laugh, listen to me rant and just give me massive hugs when I needed them. They became a safety blanket, as did the job, and I started to become complacent to leave.

I tried every job opportunity that would get me started in the career I have chosen, along with getting me back in Lincoln. Unfortunately, the latter hasnt happened, but I am incredibly grateful that someone has decided to take a chance in me and give me an opportunity that will hopefully open so many doors down the path I want to take.

I had so many people ask me if I was excited and it’s been hard to figure out if I am or not. To be honest, after so many months of rejection after rejection from companies, the fact that I actually have a full-time job, has definitely not sunk in! I felt guilty for not feeling as excited, but I think my mind just hasn’t quite come to terms with it yet and won’t do until I step into the building and actually begin working.

I had the absolute pleasure of having a week’s work experience at a company called ‘Shooting Star’ and absolutely loved every single second of it. Its shown me where I want to go and how my new job will help me get there!

It’s crazy to think that tomorrow I am actually stepping into the adult world of work.

It’s all happened so quickly that I’m still taking my time to process it all. I felt a little buzz of creativity to write a bit about what is going through my head as I edge closer to that door into my new chapter. Who knows what will happen. Who knows where this will take me. But, one thing I am definitely sure of is this – I have earnt this! It’s been a rollercoaster ride to get to this point, but I’m ready for the next ride to start. I’m done with the one I have been on for the last year. I need something new. I need to take that leap even though I am so nervous for tomorrow to begin! The unknown is always scary, so you are not alone if you feel that way!

So, there you go sweet void. Please don’t let me do anything too stupid tomorrow(!) I would really really appreciate that!

For anyone else starting something new – whatever it may be, I wish you all the luck, strength and happiness with it!

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I’m tired.

It seems to be a common phrase I am using at the moment. I’m physically tired. Emotionally tired. Mentally tired. My body is craving more sleep every single day. My mind wants to just shut off and go quiet. My emotions feel constantly all over the place.

This post has no particular purpose other than for my own need to just spill and get things off my chest. And if by some chance it helps someone else feel less alone and see that someone feels similar to them, then great! In other words, I just want to have a little rant.

I’m working a lot at the moment, which is one reason why I am so tired. However, if I didn’t have a million and one things to do in the day time, my evening shifts could be my one and only focus and I would probably feel a lot calmer and as though I was a little more in control of my life.

Right now… I don’t feel in control. I have felt very lost over the previous months since finishing university and have struggled to get through one day to the next. My routine and system had disappeared and I had no idea what I was doing. I now have a system (not so structural) but a system all the same and I feel a lot smoother in my movements with where I am going to next. I have an idea of what I want to do with my career and my life, more so than I did a few months ago. I haven’t got it all sorted but slowly I feel like I’m ticking all the right boxes. This should be making my day to day life a lot easier. But… I have so many things going on in my head at the moment, that I’m struggling to just stop, take a step back and watch what I have accomplished so far. Constant rejections of jobs I apply for, is something I am getting better at dealing with. However, it’s still draining. You see people achieve and conquer all over social media everyday that it’s easy to forget that they had to work hard to get there! They had to have low and awful days to get to the highs. But these are not often seen. Pride gets in the way. So I’m going to put it out there. I have been rejected for more jobs than I can count. I have got to interviews and failed. But my achievement is getting back up and starting again. Wiping those tears away and trying to move forward.

One thing I have had to admit to myself, is that I really need those I care about the most to be there for me right now. That’s a massive step with anything is admitting when you need help. Drop the pride. Put your hands up and just say, “I need help.” I’m definitely no expert in it. In fact, I am so stubborn that sometimes I make matters worse because I can’t just say that I need help. I hope that my friends and family know I am always here for them, even if I don’t message everyday (I know they do know this). I am just a phone call away and I will always be there for any of my friends. They are so important to me. But I am tired of fighting for friendships where I feel like it is one sided, or that I am fighting for my worth to be seen. My patience with time, my energy to be understanding has decreased massively. I have become quiet. I have become secluded. I see myself doing it and yet I can’t seem to stop right now. I know I need this time to focus on me. To focus on those most important to me. I have the most amazing rock in my life who is keeping me on my feet. Who is giving me enough strength to push forward. If you have someone like that for You, hold onto it. Let them support you and help you.

This is no sympathy post. I find writing to be therapeutic. I enjoy to just sit and chat with you. And if you are feeling the same then you can be comforted by the fact that others go through the same. It isn’t easy. I understand that. I am applying for things over and over. My time will come. This is just the path I am taking to get there. One that isn’t easy right now, but will become easier. I can already see the jigsaw pieces are falling into place. It’s easy to forget that sometimes, but I know deep down, through all of my tiredness, that ultimately everything will work out and everything is going to be okay. If you need to hear that too then just know now. Everything is going to be okay. I promise.

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#6 – May, Myself and I – Weight

Yes, I know, I missed days 4 and 5, but I never promised to get everyday done. I knew it wouldn’t be possible to do it all and so I wasn’t going to set a goal that I already knew I would fail. This is something I have learned to do over the past few years – not setting myself up to fail. It does nothing for my self-confidence and only ends up making me feel grumpy and annoyed at myself for not accomplishing it, even though I knew from the very beginning I would never reach it in the first place.

When I was in first year of Uni, I put on a lot of weight. This was due to the amount of alcohol I was drinking, (freshers week really did completely kill me) food I was eating and the fact that I was on the pill. Yes, I’m about to start talking about a little subject that some people feel all squeamish about and really makes me want to slap them. I was on the pill due to having very heavy, very unpredictable periods. With a whole new chapter starting of living on my own, doing a degree, remembering to wash my clothes, the last thing I wanted was the extra stress of not knowing when my stupid period would start. This would give me a structure that I could stick to and not have to worry of randomly waking up in the middle of the night and have horrible sheets due to not knowing when I was about to start. It was a stress that I could completely avoid. It all started off great, although I did change my pill a couple of times due to it not suiting my body, but it turned out that I am allergic to the oestrogen that are in many pills. I was offered other pills by the doctors but in all honesty I wanted to give my body a break. What had started as an easy option to avoid unexpected periods, slowly turned into a nightmare. I put on a heck of a lot of weight, my hormones were everywhere and I began to get acne all over my face, something I had never been prone to before. I came off the pill and decided to just let mother nature be. I think if I was to go back to the pill, some deeper research would need to happen on my part to find the right one.

By the time I came off the pill and it was out of my system (which can take up to 3 months), I was in my second year of Uni. I had tried the gym in first year and probably showed up 3 or 4 times during the whole year. I just didn’t enjoy it. Now, don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t huge or unhealthy, but I just didn’t feel good in my own skin. I constantly felt bloated or dirty or completely sluggish, and I struggled to do anything about it. To me, your size does not matter as long as you are healthy and happy. I didn’t feel happy and I definitely didn’t feel healthy. I would walk to and from work and everywhere around Lincoln when I was at uni. It’s not like I didn’t do any exercise, but between all of that I just didn’t feel like it was enough.

I began to go to the gym and gave it another go with my roommate. We joined classes and often did the spin class and to toning class for legs, bums and tums (the three areas I was most conscious of.) But slowly, I stopped going. I didn’t go for about 4 months and continued to pay for a membership that I never used. I made excuses.

There was a period at Uni where a lot of things had happened and I completely hated my body. I couldn’t stand to look at my own reflection in the bathroom. There mirror was right where I would stand when I would get out of the shower. I wouldn’t even look up and would cover myself with the towel. I drank more, ate rubbish food and began to feel numb towards my own body. Not looking after it. Not caring at all. I wasn’t eating great and so the weight did drop off and I was pretty skinny. But not healthy. Again, size to me doesn’t matter. My health does.

After an amount of time, lots of late night walks and thinking, I gave myself the kick up the butt that I needed. I wasn’t looking after myself. I wasn’t sleeping well. I felt stressed and so unhappy. I would drift in and out of conversation, never really being in the same room as everyone else. Just being. Not living.

I decided to set myself realistic goals. I would get up and put my gym clothes on straight away. I would have my bag ready. I stopped going to gym classes because they restricted my freedom to pick and choose when I could go. I started with just half an hour workouts, once a week. I cut out drinking for a short while and slowly went back to it when it was a social outing, but wouldn’t allow myself to get completely obliterated. I still need to drink more water, but my intake definitely improved. In my day to day life I made mini goals. Getting up and making the bed. Cooking myself dinner from scratch. Going for a walk if I didn’t go to the gym. I kept going until I no longer thought about it. It became second nature. I actually became the person who would go to the gym 2 or 3 times a week. My sessions would last an hour and a half. I felt mentally better. I began to tone up and saw curves on myself that I never knew existed. I began to feel happier.

The point of this, is not about losing weight and being extremely toned and muscular. It’s actually about your own mental health and feeling happy in your own skin. Everyday I still take those steps. Everyday I hope to get slightly better. It’s definitely easier said than done and takes a lot of time to get there. Recently, I haven’t been able to get down to the gym as much as I would like. But I walk my dog, I walk to work and I’m on my feet all day when I am on shift. I have to take that into account and try not to beat myself up about not going to the gym and working out. When I’m at the gym, I stick to what I know and what I enjoy. I don’t force myself to do anything that makes me uncomfortable or atleast not until I’m ready to. It all has to be at your own pace. The gym isn’t for everyone. It never used to be for me. But there are so many different routes.

In today’s society we are constantly bombarded with mixed messages, from crazy workouts to lose weight and be skinny, to being told to love your size and that’s it’s great to be big and a different shape. It’s so hard to decide what to tune into when everything feels incredibly judged and like it’s the wrong answer.

All I knew for myself was that I wanted to feel happier in my own skin. I felt like I couldn’t speak up because I was a size 10 or 12. I felt like speaking about it made people think I was craving attention. But I simply didn’t feel healthy. I didn’t feel like I was looking after myself well enough. The first steps I took, was to stand in front of the mirror naked and find something I liked about myself. About 50 flaws came to mind first and I had to really look to find something I liked. Slowly but surely I began to find atleast one thing a day that I liked. Whether it was how I had done my make up or how my butt looked in a pair of jeans. It’s something I still try to do now. The more I worked out, the better I felt. I could shut everything out at the gym and only listen to my own breathing. I set myself smaller goals that I could see ahead of me in my mind and ones that were difficult but reachable.

Size does not matter. Every body shape, every curve, every mark is beautiful and it’s really difficult to see that sometimes. Rather than looking at weight, look at your own health. Physically and mentally. Once that mindset changes, it’s a lot easier to do something about it. It’s fine to have had days and it’s fine to not always get there. Talk to people. Write down your goals. Find a routine that suits you. There is not right or wrong way. But actually starting to love yourself,even if it is just one thing, the first step to feeling happier and healthier. Screw looking at weight. Happiness comes first. Everything become a easier and a lot more positive when you aren’t constantly clouded by judgement and self-hatred. Try and try again. Weight can be gained. Weight can be dropped. It doenst matter. All you need to ask yourself is, am I happy? What do I love about myself? Just find that one thing first and the ball will start rolling all on its own.

I think I will make a further blog on weight and how I changed with what I was wearing and what I felt good in. Let’s call this part 1 to maybe a mini series of my own journey if you are interested.

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#1 – May, Myself and I – Running

Following the video by the wonderful Carrie Hope Fletcher, I have decided to attempt to do as many of the starter words as I can do during the month of May, for the project of “May, Myself and I”. I’m already a day late to writing one, but thought the first word was an interesting topic to start with. I have no idea how many of these I will do, but there is a goal and I am going to try my best to fulfil it.

The word running always makes me think of running out of time. Or more specifically, running late. Before I left home to go to University, I lived in a house where time was everything. There was only to be a certain amount of time spent in the shower, or we had to be ready for a specific time to leave to go somewhere. This was all due to having a parent who liked and still likes to be organised and on time. This then passed onto me, who became the person who was always early to events or a party, who felt stressed at running even a second late. I’m still like this now but hopefully a much calmer version. I won’t be late to a cinema showing or for a meeting, but if I’m meeting a friend who is more than likely going to be late, then I’m not going to break my neck trying to get to the place for the specific time we had originally discussed. It’s hard to change that side of yourself, especially when you have been brought up in an environment that is very time regimented. Time naturally runs along, but it’s very easy to feel like time is constantly teasing you, dangling a pair of keys that would open the door to relaxation and allow you to live stress free. Time runs out but it is also constantly moving. Evolving. Changing. I hate running late, but what I have to remember is that time does run out, so sometimes I need to step back, get a little perspective and see what I need to run after and what I can do at a nice, slow pace. Sometimes, just stop running and watch the world go by.

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Life After Uni – What next?

You study for three years, you get the degree that you have been working so hard to get and then suddenly you are walking across the stage and getting that piece of paper placed into your hand and tadaah you are pushed out into reality and then -… well, to be honest, then what?

Throughout my whole life, I have known exactly where I am going next, whether it was learning a new instrument or studying for A Levels, I always had an idea of what the next step would be. My own naivety took over however, when I left the University of Lincoln last September and realised… I have no idea what I am going to do next. It’s an incredibly scary concept, but I am lucky enough to be surrounded by people who support and guide me to help me figure out what I want to do, and also having people in my life who feel the exact same way!

“Don’t worry, I have no idea what I’m doing either.” – it’s always a slight relief hearing someone say those words to me, to hear that it’s okay to feel a little lost and it’s also okay to not have all the answers right now.

In another blog, I will talk about my own experiences throughout University that were quite different to the picture that was originally painted for me. Don’t get me wrong, university was one of the best experiences of my life, but there were also parts of it that were not what I expected. But that’s for another post.

The key thing here is, that I also had this expectation of myself, to succeed in obtaining a degree and then landing myself this perfect job. The silly thing is, I was never told this by anyone at university. I never had a lecturer come up to me and tell me that my dream job would be handed to me in the same way that the piece of paper engraved with my degree was placed into my hand during my graduation ceremony. I was never told by my parents that the second I stepped into the adult world, the phone would be ringing non stop and I would getting a million emails telling me another company wants me for the job. Even typing it out and seeing the words in front of me, it all seems ridiculous and immature to think in such a way. And yet, there was a part of me that told myself it would be hard work to get a job that I love, but only a part of me really believed it. You see, after all these years in education, all the late night library sessions, the random outbursts of emotion that would turn into laughter or crying, I thought that I would send an email out (two, three maybe four) and I would get the job that I wanted. I thought I had earnt it. And I have. It just takes time. Six months later, since officially graduating from University, I’m still not in my dream job. I work as a bar tender at my local pub, I’m learning to drive, I write and create my own music, I have amazing friends and an incredible boyfriend, and I have a family that are supporting me in a time where I do feel very lost. When you are sending out emails, calling companies up and trying to sell yourself to them, the constant rejection can become depressing. It’s a hard journey. Many of my friends feel the same or to me, seem to be doing far better than I feel I am. University was such an adventure. I had independence, I was able to do what I wanted, when I wanted. I held a part-time job, went out with friends and loved my degree, all whilst still being in a safe environment where money wasn’t too much of an issue, (in the sense that bills were paid through student finance, and you still had the support network from the university.) Finishing now, I have moved back home. I can no longer just walk everywhere like I could in Lincoln and I suddenly feel like a prisoner in my own house, or like I’m letting myself and others around me down, because I’m not where I feel I should be in my life. The prospect of University is sold so highly to us, but I think sometimes it is the path and what to do next, that is lacking in the support network of the University facilities and the society we live in. The comfort blanket I had during my time in Lincoln is something I completely took for granted, so I am writing all of this just to let people know that:

  1. It gets easier. You will find that job, a new routine and it all becomes a lot more comfortable.
  2. Everything takes time. Work and earn money but don’t feel that the job you are in now is where you will be for life. The world is at your fingertips – it all just takes time and determination.
  3. Its okay to feel lost.
  4. Most importantly – let yourself have a bad day. Have a day where you need to re-energise. You can feel poop about not being where you want to be but talk to someone. A friend. Family member. Anyone. It’s such a comfort when you realise others are in the same boat as you

This post isn’t about being negative or moaning about life after university. Instead, it’s to give others the realisation that this next step is really hard. It’s so easy to compare yourselves to others you see on social media, or to beat yourself up about it. It’s difficult not to feel lost or drained from the whole process. The more we talk about it, the better, so that the process of it all can become easier and better to deal with. Everything will eventually slot into place. It all just takes time, patience and hard work. Don’t give up and don’t feel alone. We all feel it right now or have felt that way at some point. There is also nothing wrong with admitting it and talking to someone. University was epic but this next step – that’s where the true adventure begins!

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And so it begins!

Thanks for joining me! New blog will be uploaded soon! If you have anything you want me to talk about, then comment below this post and I will make note of it!

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