“I’ve had a hard day, I deserve a stiff drink tonight!”
“I’m tired, better have a sugar hit.”
“It’s Mars Bar Monday/donut Tuesday/cupcake Wednesday/TIm Tim Thursday/scotch on the rocks Friday!”
Any of these one-liners sound familiar?
Just over a year ago, I wrote about my journey from struggling with my weight to becoming a total fitness fanatic and a total gym cliché – Lorna Jane outfits and all. (If you tried to count the number of times I’ve started sentences with “When I ran my half marathon…” you’d run out of fingers and toes.)
Don’t get me wrong – I know how many incredible people I have in my life, but I don’t think I had ever comprehended that people would come – some a very long way – just to celebrate the fact that I love someone enough to marry them, and they love me right back. It’s sounds kind of strange to put it like that, but that’s exactly what it was. A celebration of love. And it was awesome.
This blog. My life. Adulting. Not quite adulting. Not wanting to adult what-so-ever but having to do it anyway. I’m not going to bore you with what you already know here, but today’s post revolves around something 99% of the world have a serious addiction to. That morning brew. Liquid gold. “I can’t function until I have a cup”. Yep – I’m talking about coffee.
Ok, let’s have a moment of honesty here. Who am I kidding, this whole blog is filled with shameless honesty (that I should probably sometimes be a little ashamed about…). I’m not so great when it comes to this whole blogging thing. Content quality – yeah I guess that’s alright (going by the feedback all of your rad, rad people give me), but frequency? Shameful.
The first line of any typical Christmas letter/email hundreds of thousands of people type out every year to send to their nearest and dearest…as well as basically anyone they’ve ever met long enough to scrawl down their postal or email address and add to the Christmas card list.
Well not specifically today – today it was brought to my attention that I stuffed up. This particular ‘stuff up’ happened weeks ago; so long ago, in fact, that it now can’t really be fixed. It is what it is, and all I can do is accept that it happened and live with the fact I made a mistake.
So this may come as a surprise to you, but getting engaged was a pretty big item on my bucket list, or as some of my friends will remind me, an important component of my five year plan.
Ok I lie. You all know how desperate I was. I even wrote about it here and received a lot of feedback from people ranging from “I can’t believe you admitted that to everyone on the internet” to “OMG I feel exactly the same way, I’m glad I’m not the only one!”
1. I can’t shut myself up. “Why are you still talking?” is something I ask myself mid-sentence on a pretty regular basis. You can tell the moment you’ve lost someone the second their eyes glaze over and they start going about other activities as though they’re trying to escape what you’re saying. But I just keep talking, and talking…and talking.
Long time no talk blog. There have been plenty of Short Thoughts happening, but alas, very little time to actually jot them down on the innernetz.
I’m taking it down a notch. I want to keep writing, but I’m not sure I can be so full of advice, insight and LOLs as I started out. So for the meantime, I’m going to share exactly what this blog started out as I guess – my thoughts! And one day I’ll get my shiz together and start spilling out #lifelessons again.