There is something about New Year’s Eve that is magical. Girls dressed up in glittery dresses and strappy sandals. Grown men wearing sparkly headbands and drinking fruity cocktails. Music, lights, glow sticks and swaying crowds. It’s loud and chaotic and makes me feel like a child again, desperately clinging onto my dad’s hand for dear life.
It’s been a really long time since we’ve spoken. The old me would have apologized for this absence but the new me knows how utterly necessary this break has been. The funny thing about being a writer is that I’ve got so many words, ideas and stories swirling around in my head, I struggle most with untangling that web and stringing together the pieces than I do finding the words to say. So I guess I’ve been sitting around waiting for the right time or right way to say this. But the truth is…2017 was the year that broke me.
So over the weekend I had my birthday party and I thought today I’d share with you a few pictures and words of wisdom I have acquired over my twenty one years. It’s funny because 21 is an age that everyone makes such a deal about. It’s when you supposedly become a fully-fledged adult with all sorts of legal rights and responsibilities.
Except, in NZ most of those rights actually kick in when we turn 18 so technically I’m already very much an adult. But even if I’ve been drinking cocktails and been eligible to vote for three years…it is only now that I truly feel like an adult.
Last week was a little bit of a rough one. I was all excited about my brother’s graduation and getting to see my parents but after they left I drooped into a bit of a mess. Everything suddenly felt too much for me to handle and I winded up getting sick.
I’ve been very quiet this week which I’ll talk about more in another post but basically my life got a little crazy. It’s funny how the end of the year always turns into this massive blur of activity. So much gets crammed into the last few months before Christmas that it leaves your head spinning. The most recent big event was my brother’s graduation this week which was really something.
You are in for an absolute treat because today I’ve got a guest post for you from my gorgeous friend Christina from Hugs and Lattes. Christina is basically the slightly older, slightly sassier, Southern version of me. Her blog was one I fell in love with instantly and I kinda stalked her for awhile until we became friends. I’m so delighted to have her share this post on how to embrace major life transitions because right now I’m smack bang in the middle of a whirlwind of change and I need all of the advice I can get!
Oh and once you’ve read this post you should hop on over to Christina’s blog because I’ve written a little guest post for her too.
I hope this week is treating you well so far. Before we go any further I’ve got a confession to make. It’s been churning me up inside and making it very difficult for me to sleep at night. I’ve started something terrible and now I can’t stop. I’m so embarrassed to admit it, but here goes…I love the golden oldies radio station. It’s my new guilty pleasure. I flicked it on one day by accident and I’ve been jamming along to Whitney Houston, The Eagles and Billy Joel ever since.
I’ve tried to quit but I’m hooked. Apparently now not only do I dress, act and talk like a 90 year old…I also like the same music. I guess I should just accept that I’m never gonna be cool and move on. 😛
I have come to realize that I am a teensy tiny (okay huge) control freak. Nothing sends me into a spin like friends spontaneously dropping by or plans changing at the last minute. I love planning, organizing and being prepared at all times. This seems to be simultaneously a blessing and a curse. Because if you need someone reliable…I’m you’re girl. I’ll be there when I say I will. I won’t forget our plans or run out of time or flake out on you. I’m little miss dependable.
But this need to be in control is also a huge burden in my life.
So this post is for all you nosy people (like me.) I’m gonna take you behind the scenes where all of the magic happens. Today I wanna give you a sneaky peek of my room. I personally love reading these kinds of posts because I for one, love snooping on people’s business (no shame.) It’s the most fun seeing where people live/work, I think it says a lot about them. You can tell a lot about a someone’s personality by the pictures on their walls or the number of inspirational quotes on their mirror (eight but who’s counting?)
And one of my favourite things is going for a walk and rubber-necking to try and see over people’s hedges. Okay that sounds bad but I just have a thing for pretty old houses and neat little gardens (the hedges are a little annoying though 😛 )
So as I was saying I love seeing behind the scenes and if you do too…then stick around. Because today mi casa es su casa…
This year is my blog’s 4th birthday (woo!) and that little milestone is happening next month which just so happens to coincide with another freaking huge milestone…my 21st birthday. So I figured instead of swamping October with celebratory posts I would spread them out (double the cake, double the fun.) And since this is my blog’s birthday party I thought it would be a great time to share the reason why it even exists. So today I’m sharing my reason for blogging. I’ve never really sat down and told this story before although it’s something I get asked a lot. It’s a funny thing how blog’s start out because most of us never expect to get as invested in them as we do. But here I am four years later and I honestly can’t imagine not being a blogger. So cue the confetti…let’s start the celebration…