So, I've graduated *cheer*. The day was fabulous, frantic and overly fancy. It left me feeling very loved and appreciated by those dearest to me. It was wonderful, but it was something I'd been waiting for since I first began university some 3 years ago. I've said this before on here (link: here), but I never went into uni after the 'party, life out, be a complete tramp for 3 years' life. Not that theres anything wrong with that, my dear friends did that with pride and loved it. It's just not and never has been for me. I've always been quite academically focused, though by no means am I a grade A student (2:1 dolls hollaaaa). I wanted a degree to get a good job, simple.
The topic of this post is something I believe everyone (who blogs) struggles with. I've found recently that I've had many 'barriers to blogging', some through no fault of my own and others for different reasons. I love this blog, I really do. Whenever I get a wave of passion and feel the urge to write, share and create it's wonderful. It works and the growth I get fills me with delight and makes me question why I don't commit fully all the time. Yet, that isn't as easy as it sounds. Life can be a bitch, basically. It gets in the way. Other people get in the way. Comparison gets in the way. It isn't easy to be motivated, creative and committed 100% of the time, and thats ok.
I've done a few more personal posts recently and I've honestly loved every one I've wrote. I do now, and will always write the type of blog I would personally love to read. I'm nosy, I like knowing the ins and outs of peoples lives. As I'm sure we all do, because lets face it, we're gals (most of us). Galdem like a stalk. It's human nature to want to know about others. I personally like it as a form of validation, almost? I've been surrounded by the same 'type' of people for far too long now, as mentioned in my previous post (link). The internet is always a little friendly reminder that we're all different and lovely and fabulous and loved and beautiful, regardless. So I thought I'd discuss how I'm not a 'girly' girl, as I know I'm not the only one.
That's something I've always been good at, rationalising a situation. Looking at it from a realistic perspective. Understanding that even though everything is shite, not everything is shite. I thought I'd share just a few things that I previously used to think I 'needed' for happiness, but now I am happy not having in my life. Seems strange, appreciating the things you don't have but previously wanted. But I can recognise that yeah, I don't have these things, but I'm still happy.
After watching the completely fabulous Arden Rose's video entitled 'why i never have girl friends' (link), something within me sparked. I finally related to someone. I wasn't the only one who 'didn't have girl friends'.
Ok this may sound a little tight, 'why I won't read your blog', but we've all been there: disappointed, frustrated & annoyed. What could be a good blog, just isn't. You want to leave, never to return & forget it ever existed. It's a sad time. But there are many contributing factors as to why I click the little red 'X'. After spending far too long reading far too many blogs, I've rounded up & surmised my most infuriating bug bears as to why I won't return to/read/spend to time of day on any particular blog.
For the longest time now, I've been vegetarian. Like, as long as I can remember. I've spent 2 years of that up until 2015 being an extremely strict vegan, only to return back to vegetarian. No meat for a real long time, the time aside from that has been on varying levels of what some would deem 'restriction'. It's been a serious, to sound overly cringe, 'journey'. I'm vomming too. But to be fair, it has. I've had such an traverse relationship with what I eat, and yet only now do I feel content with myself. Only since I've stopped giving a damn.