Well, would you look at that, an outfit post?! I know I’ve been slacking big time on the fashion front this year, but my whole health drama and my boyfriend/photographer moving to a different country have put a bit of a hold on the outfits for a while. Hopefully, times are a-changing, and now that my best friend Sarah has agreed to be my Instagram-husband and the lovely Amy and I discovered how near we live to each other (and how much we have in common) these outfits will become a semi-regular once again.
So what’s been going on? Well, a whole lot of something and a whole lot of nothing. It’s been a while since we caught up, and whilst I’m mostly in the same position (read: still ill, lol) there are a few things that have happened that feel worth mentioning. The end of June was a little bit hectic with lots of good things happening in the run up to our trip to Dubrovnik and I just haven’t had a spare moment to sit and write about them since.
I started back at work again a few months ago, after five months off, which has taken a bit of getting used to. It’s been amazing to be working with my friends again, as well as our regular pub dinners, and obviously, the regular income is a blessing too. Mostly, though, I like the routine. I like the reason to drag myself out of the house on the days I’d love nothing more than to mope inside, and ultimately I think it’s been really good for me.
College finished for summer in the middle of June and I actually kind of miss it? I feel like I’ll be eating my words come the start of second year when the 9am classes kick in, but I genuinely love my course and really enjoy most of my modules. I finally got my graded unit results back at the end of June, nearly a month after they were originally due to be released, and I am very, very, very, very chuffed to say that I finished first year with an A. I worked damn hard on my graded unit, and it paid off. It feels like a world away from my first foray into further education (spoiler alert: I dropped out) and I’m excited to see what second year has in store. Apart from my module about accounting, I’m not looking forward to that one.
In more good news, the same week that I found out my graded unit results, I also celebrated seven years with Paddy and was discharged from the mental health team. Talk about a triple whammy, eh? As much as I wish my mental health was magically cured, it’s not, but I do feel better placed to handle it for the moment. It’s a rollercoaster, and I’ve had some wobbles recently, but I’m proud of how far I’ve come since the start of the year.
A lot of my more recent “wobbles” have been because of my impending birthday. I turn 22 on Saturday, which I’m finally feeling excited for – mostly because I know I’m going out for tapas. Sometimes I can’t wait for the day to roll around, but then at other points I feel like each time the clock ticks closer to the 29th is a step closer to a breakdown. Not a mid-life crisis, I hope, but maybe a quarter-life crisis of sorts. I’m not worried about turning 22, in fact, it’s quite the opposite, I’m just feeling a bit disappointed in how 21 turned out. Turning 21 is hyped up to ridiculous levels, and I’ll be honest and say that the majority of 21 was pretty rubbish for me. I lost some very important parts of my life and the plans I had made for the year just didn’t turn out the way I had hoped for. I’m ready for it to be over now, and instead of dreading my birthday I’m starting to see it as what will hopefully be a turning point in how I feel. New year, new me – just in July instead of January…
I don’t want to make too many plans for 22, because I don’t want to find myself in the same situation this time next year, with a handful of missed goals and disappointment, but I do have some overall “goals” for the year. A desired mindset, so to speak. I talk a lot about how I need to be more selfish and put myself first more often, and that’s what I want 22 to be. I want to pay off my credit card, I want to get into university and I think I maybe want to dye my hair lighter. I want to smile more, go to the restaurants I’ve had bookmarked for months and I want to find out what happened after the cliffhanger at the end of season 14 of NCIS.
In the end, I don’t know how 22 will turn out, but do we ever really know what the future holds? Either way, I know that Saturday will be spent however I damn well want it to be spent. A lazy morning in bed with the cats, a day of playing princess and an evening spent eating tapas with my favourite people. Sounds alright to me!