Hey It's OK...
If your underwear drawer is the most organised thing in your life. Those lacy knickers are high maintenance and need space dontcha know?!
To laugh when you can't sleep. Even if the other half is really trying to get to sleep.
When you watch the same Youtube video over and over again. And laugh just as much as the first time.
To stop and think about the fact that your super hot boyfriend actually fancies you back, and then proceed to well up. Because it's real. And you're feeling all the feels.
When you wear your new jacket all day every day for a month. Inside and outside. Because, fashion!
When you eat the whole chocolate bar. That was for two people. Like, whatever.
To not question something for once. Yeah that one can of pop rule a day? If you wanna break it one day you can. You're a full grown adult now so make your own rules.
If you forgot to reply to your girls on WhatsApp, because you'd replied in your head. The thought was there.
To admit that you're exhausted and that you need a few days relaxing. We all get tired even if we chose that job knowing the hours and commute - we're only human!
If you laugh and a little bit of wee comes out.
When you choose your weekly songs wisely, because they make you REALLY feel like you're in a music video when you're staring aimlessly out of that train window.
To cry happy tears. At like everything you see and hear. Happy tears are good.
To tell people that life is good, because it really genuinely is, even if your brain thinks that people will question the honesty in it. Everyone is different. And that's OK too.
"If it's meant to be, it will be."
With moving out of one place, meant moving into another, and this time it was down to Reigate with it's village-like feel, beautiful backdrops and some pretty awesome coffee shops too! It's ideal right now, and since I've basically been here for the past three months anyway, it already feels like home. My fake plants are dotted around the house, my quoted frames are hung on the walls and I've called on the biggest drawer in the home for my underwear - so I think I'm currently winning. Also, living with the male has been fun. Genuinely. Except he's probably going to tire of my giggles as we're falling asleep...
I guess being away for a while finally does bring back words to your brain (and keyboard!).
For the last 18 months or so I've debated culottes in my wardrobe. I wanted to be that girl, who sported a black bandeau top (long sleeve FYI) with some beautiful culottes that made my legs look like they go on forever, made me look lean, and also pretty damn sassy and together - because I mean, that's what we all want to look like on a night out right? I know I get these visions anyway...
Well, that dream was fairly shattered when I tried every single pair on. (It felt like it anyway!).
I tried fancy ones, I tried cheap ones. I tried really darn expensive ones and I tried every single colour known to man (OK, I stuck mostly to dark colours because, hello, hips!).
And then I gave up. It wasn't meant to be.
But really, I don't give up. Once I've got an idea in my head, well, it stays.
Even if I try to pretend it's disappeared. Oh it's still there.
It still hovers over the search button, and it still thinks maybe just this time. You know, cause sometimes it IS just so! And on this last occasion, it almost was this time.
I say almost, because I'm still undecided they're the most flattering on me, but you know what?
Occasionally we gotta say no to the bad vibes. And embrace it. Work with it instead.
Because, basically. I like them. A lot.
They're fitted round my waist. (yes mama, laugh at that elastic tie waist all you want...)
They sit at a length that doesn't make me look stumpy.
They hang pretty neatly off my hips, keeping my thighs still fairly hidden (winning!).
They're black. Practical.
And I can dress them down for work with my trainers and a chunky jumper. Or I can wear them with my trusty pink heels and a pretty slinky black top.
So in that sense. I think I finally won. I didn't give up on finding the (kinda) right pair.
And don't they say:
"The first step to getting what you want is having the courage to get rid of what you don't."
Except I didn't get rid of anything this time.
So maybe that's not quite so accurate.....