I have no time for cooking. It is the very last thing that I want to be doing when I get home from work. Making porridge these days is a struggle, that's how bad we are talking here. You might wonder how I have survived up until now - way too much microwave rice and pasta dishes in college, and people in my life who love me enough to make me food when I smile pleadingly at them. You know who you are.
It's OK to not know what you want. Let me just repeat that again for all you pessimists who scoffed with your 5, 10, 20 year plans underway. It is perfectly OK to admit to yourself that you don't know what it is you want in life. Be it career (most of us), interests (who actually knows what makes them tick) or relationships (does the ideal, dream partner actually exist?).
I don't like violence - never have, never will. If you came at me with a stick/knife/gun/baton/sword/magic wand, I would probably run the opposite direction. I try not to hurt flies. I err on the side of nice most of the time. I really do hate conflict. Seriously, it's just not for me.
I'm a huge fan of movies. I guess who isn't? What's not to love about the element of escapism, or watching a plot unfold? Ever since I was a kid, I would beg to be brought to the cinema. For us, that was a big deal. We lived in the middle of nowhere so it required driving through mountains to civilization. The closest shop could easily be a day's trek away (OK, it sounds like I lived in the 1900s. It was about a 20 minute drive). It truly is a miracle my brothers and I turned out somewhat "normal"...
Can we just take a moment, in the midst of the chaos that is happening all around us in this crazy political storm, to appreciate a little joy in life? I'm thinking of one in particular. Unfortunately, not everyone sees it as a joy or as something heartwarming.
You know when you go on holidays and you take a break from work, from responsibilities and just life in general? Yeah, well I did that. It was lovely. I even gave up social media for awhile which was difficult, but mmm... head space. Holidays are the best. And lucky for me, this holiday was the perfect opportunity to tick something else off my silent, unwritten (goddamn it, I should really force myself to write it) list. I mean, you could totally go exploring in the Irish sea but come on, do you really want hypothermia? I don't.
This blog would not be personal to me if I didn't include this next post. I am about to share something that keeps me grounded, sane and less of the grumpy monster that I can sometimes be. Seriously, if you thought pre-coffee people in the morning were bad, it's nothing compared to me if I don't take some time out. I'm talking hysterical antics, an atrocious mood, and/or sheer despondence plastered on my face. Really fun times.
Can you hear that? It's the sound of me officially starting this experiment. Please keep the round of applause until the end of this post, thank you. No but seriously, I am actually really excited to share this post on my first chapter of trying something new every week. This entry is ever so slightly cheating as I had actually started this activity a mere day or two before I began this blog. But it still counts, right? For my first attempt at doing something productive, I have tried my hand at keeping a bullet journal.
OK so yeah, I am one of those individuals who divulges in a smoothie or two (or five). So sue me. I'm not going to tell you all that you should be slurping them down for a healthy digestive system or anything. Your colon, your choice.
Why being a millennial can leave you lost. And my take on how to find your way.