Happy end of July and would you look at that, it’s time for another book review! Somehow I managed to miss June’s book review so I knew that I had to make this month an extra special one and it sure is my friends. Because this book is not only fabulous which makes me excited to gush all about it, but it is also written by a fellow blogger and a lovely friend of mine. In fact I owe it to Heartbeat for bringing Emily into my life, for which I am eternally grateful. So stop what you are doing and let me tell you all about why you need this get your hands on this book ASAP.
And if you stick around to the end I might just be able to help you out with that! (Wink wink, nudge nudge, a giveaway is in the air!)
So today is our first day back for this semester and I’ve spent the day powering through my to-do list to make myself feel better about putting off all these tasks until the last minute. I was lucky enough to have my mama stay this weekend which was a hoot. We had a little pj party which was all fun and games until we had to drop my brother off and decided we’d just wear our dressing gowns out regardless of who saw us. No shame. Our pyjama game is strong. I’m just glad we didn’t get a flat tyre or something. 😛
My current position is lying bundled up in my bed with a cup of coffee listening to the rain beating against my window. This morning was supposed to be run numero dos in my half marathon training but I’m thinking I’d rather not be swallowed up by the massive street puddles. So I’m just gonna stay here in my cozy cocoon and enjoy my last Saturday of freedom before our semester begins again on Monday.
Something you may or may not know about me is that I am an introvert. I guess a lot of bloggers are because online, through our writing, it’s one place we can be that bubbly, enthusiastic person we kinda wish that we were. So what does it mean to be an introvert? Well for one thing it means that you constantly get labelled as quiet or shy. But I prefer to think of myself as ‘selectively withdrawn.’ Because if something excites me then I’m ALL IN. I’ll be popping and locking with the best of them. But if I’m not feeling it, well then you probably won’t notice me slipping out the back door and racing home ASAP.
Confession…last night I had eggs for dinner. Albeit, it was an omelette that also contained the nutritionally sound combo of bacon and cheese…but eggs all the same. Don’t get me wrong, I love eggs, but they are such sad singleton food are they not? It’s the staple of Bachelor/ettes everywhere. And I just feel like I’m so much better than that. But you know how it goes, you get home late and flop down on the couch and before you know it you’ve wasted half an hour looking at stupid memes on Facebook and then you realize you are really hungry and need dinner RIGHT NOW. So you make the quickest thing you can think of…eggs.
Welcome to the trenches. Welcome to a behind the scenes, backstage, close up look at real life. This post is not an Instagram-worthy, rose-tinted, snappy filtered one. It’s raw and real and the blog post equivalent of a messy bun, sweatpants and no make-up kind of day. This is a post for those really hard days. When you are feeling lower than you have ever felt before. When you feel the stinging sensation of loss, loneliness or disappointment. When you feel heavy and empty and don’t know what to do. This isn’t just another sappy, self care post. This is self care for when you NEED to feel sad.
Right now everything is a little blurry. Not because I forgot to take my contacts out again and they have glued themselves to my eyeballs. Or because it is 5am and I hardly slept a wink last night. Nope. It’s blurry because of the hot tears streaming down my cheeks. Tears of disappointment, rejection, hurt, loss and anger. Tears for the almost and the not quite enough. If you have a second, let me tell you the story behind my most recent sadness.
Did ya catch my Insta-story over the weekend? If not then don’t worry, you just missed me gushing about our Mid-winter Christmas party and spazzing out trying to untangle the biggest mess of decorations you have ever seen. How do things become so tangled just sitting in a bag? I get so irrationally irritated trying to untangle things (such as headphones, fairy lights, vacuum cleaner cords.) Anyway, I’ll save that rant for another post. Let’s talk dinner parties. Specifically, how to host the most epic dinner party that everyone will be raving about.
Happy weekend. I mean since I’m now on holiday every day is technically the weekend but still, I do love me some sleepy Saturday morning bliss. I am so excited for this weekend because we are hosting a Mid-winter Christmas party at my flat and it is gonna be a holly jolly good time. Does it really get better than getting your twinkle on in July? I am up for any excuse to pull out the Christmas decorations and listen to carols all day. I’m also planning on making mulled wine because nothing says winter like cinnamon sticks and steamy mugs. Can you tell that I’m positively beaming about this party?
Guess who is riding that blissful post-exam high right now? Yeah it’s me. I am pleased as punch let me tell ya. I never knew stress before until this semester. It’s funny because I’m the leader of a high school girls small group and I love them to bits but the other day they were complaining about their assignments and stress and it took everything within me to stop myself breaking their sweet, naive little hearts. Honey, you have no clue what stress is. Wait until you are buried five feet under a pile of textbooks, study notes and flashcards. Then we can talk. Because hell hath no fury (or stress) like a menstruating woman in finals week.