The Musings of an Every day, Average Girl

Because who doesn't want to read the random, jumbled thoughts of a boring 26 year old

It’s Been a While… — 22nd Feb 2019

It’s Been a While…

I’ve been so exhausted these past few weeks I haven’t known what to do.

I feel like my body was just shutting down and refused to do the things it needed to. I’ve stressed myself out so much my period is now a week late and there’s no sign of it appearing.

We need a recharge sometimes I think. All the months of working through the tiredness and pretending that you’re okay catches up with us. I tend to hide away from the world and just do the things I enjoy.

We live in a world full of pressure and naturally, it all becomes a bit much sometimes.

It shouldn’t be seen as lazy or weak to spend a day in bed just recharging. It shouldn’t be seen as skiving if you cant face going to work because everything’s become overwhelming and you need some time to readjust.

That’s how I’ve been feeling recently, as well as not resting properly when I had the cold from hell it’s all hit me at once and now I’m struggling.

But I’ll power on through. I always do. We all have to don’t we.

I’m gunna go for brunch this weekend and maybe the zoo. There will probably be colouring and puzzles involved too.

A xo

Unworthy… — 31st Jan 2019

Unworthy…

When I was younger, I always felt like I wasn’t enough. I’m not sure what I thought needed to change I just remember I never felt good enough.

I think this is largely down to my dad not really wanting a relationship with me. I mean, he did try, he was (and still is ) battling his own demons and I guess children got in the way or added more to that fight. (Stereotypical daddy issues I apologise!)

I had a Mum and Step-dad who were always there for me and never let me go without but I couldn’t let go of that feeling.

Fast forward to 16, I had a serious attitude and major confidence but I was happy. I finally felt enough, especially when i met my ex-boyfriend who was older than me and obviously just the coolest person ever.

Now, I know I’m not supposed to measure my worth based on what others think of me but unfortunately, I’ve been that way my whole life. Especially with men. It’s dysfunctional and sad I know and I do believe in my 26th year of life I’m finally starting to realise that it really doesn’t matter what anyone thinks and I’m never going to please everyone.

Anyway, 16 years old, older boyfriend, life was great. The first year or so was amazing. Then he started lying to me, talking to other girls, spending my money, cheating on me and the rest of it. I was right back in that place of not feeling good enough. Instead of saying “He’s an idiot who doesn’t deserve me, I don’t need to put up with this” I used to cry myself to sleep thinking, what can I change about myself, how can I make him happier, what do these girls have that I don’t? I stuck with him for over 7 years because I truly believed no one else would want me and it was better to put up with all this shit than to be alone.

The whole thing broke me. I know people age and mature but I lost all my confidence, I’m so much more shy than I used to be and I second guess everything I do. I’m still picking up the pieces.

My boyfriend now is honestly a saint. I don’t know how he puts up with me and my mood swings. My past experiences make me constantly ask him if he loves me. I sometimes think hes only with me until he finds someone better and I find it so hard to believe him when he tells me I’m beautiful or how much he loves me.

Another silly thing is that people always say to me “oh he’s so good to you, you’re so lucky to have him” and obviously I know that and I feel so lucky everyday but no one says that to him about me (except my best friend who is an actual babe).

I don’t really know the point of this. I guess I’m trying to say it’s okay if it takes you a while to figure stuff out. And its okay if it takes you a while to get over things.Everybody reacts to things differently.

It’s never okay for someone else to make you question your worth and, even though it’s easier said than done, you should try to remove them from your life.

I wish I had the strength to do something about it sooner but I’ve learnt a lot and grown from it.

It so cliche’ to say but there is someone for everyone. Someone who’ll make you feel uplifted and loved. Just be patient! And if you’ve already found them remember the important things, don’t let silly arguments get in the way.

I should go now, I’m getting a bit soppy.

Be kind to each other (I know Ellen says something like this but it’s all I want in the world).

A xo

It’s Tuesday Again… — 22nd Jan 2019

It’s Tuesday Again…

This one isn’t so bad though. It’s my dad’s (well, technically step-dad but I’ve never referred to him as that) birthday.

My dad started dating my mum when I was still in her womb. He’s been with me my whole life which is why I call him dad, papa, daddy etc. He did what my real dad couldn’t for many years and I love him unconditionally for it.

See, my real dad has problems with drugs and alcohol and for years they got in the way (they still do). We used to live like 15 miles from each other but I’d still only see him once every few months. Don’t get me wrong, he’s my dad and I love him but I’m still not ready to forgive him. When I see him it’s like nothing is wrong, like he didn’t pick other stuff over me and brothers for so long (and continues to do so), like he actually did pay my mum child support, like he did come to school plays, choir performances, football matches and all the rest of it. And, most importantly, like we aren’t basically strangers. I think that parents should reach out to children, no matter how old they are or anything. I shouldn’t have to beg my dad to see me and I don’t want to go back to the place of me thinking I am not good enough. I am not worthy of his time or attention or love.

My step-dad can look at me and know what mood I am. He was with me through my horrible teenage years where I was so angry and destructive my mum almost sent me away because she couldn’t cope. I said some stuff to him during this time that I am not proud of and it pains me to my soul to think about it now.

This is the man who raised me and taught me about life. The man who saved me from all the spiders and bugs. The man who showed me what a dad is supposed to be and who showed me I am good enough, I am worthy and I do deserve love. I will be forever grateful that he chose my mum and her 3 kids. I will be forever grateful that he gave me my greatest friend, the most important person in my life, my baby sister. And I will be forever grateful that he continues to love and support us all, even after everything he has been through.

He won’t ever read this but that’s okay. I just wanted ya’ll to know that it’s my dad’s birthday and I love him.

I hope everyone’s Tuesday is glorious. Be kind to each other.

A xo

It’s The Little Things — 12th Jan 2019

It’s The Little Things

This is a really quick one but last night I went to an engagement party for my boyfriend’s brother and his absolute babe of a fiance. It was such a good night and I had a lush time.

So, normally I need to be at least 3 drinks, 2 shots in to even think about dancing but last night I was brave and just went for it (small accomplishments people, cherish them).

My boyfriend’s little sister (she’s 15 so she’s fairly little, looks like an angel, plays piano like a queen) told me I was a good dancer and I had good rythem. I’ve honestly never been happier (okay obviously I have but this is way up there).

It just made me think that I want to start saying those little things to people, no matter how small it seems. I like to think that most people like being told they are good at something. There’s already too much negativity in the world and if people’s internal monologues are anything like mine then they are negative af.

What she said will stick with me (and maybe she just and it to be nice but I think any praise from a 15 year old should be taken seriously!) And the next time I get up to dance I hopefully won’t have that massive moment of self-consciousness.

The whole party made me realise how lucky I am that I have a second family who’s taken me in and treated me like one of their own.

Anyway, I’m sorry if this was a bit rambling. I had too many gins last night and I may be slightly intoxicated still but it’s all good. I need to find food.

A xo

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