Morning Everyone,
I hope you had an amazing Christmas, I know I certainly did and I'm 100% about 5kg heavier too from all the cheese, chocolate and wine. I thought I'd do a little post from 2018 looking back on some of the out-takes from the shoots I've done which may or may not have made it to the gram or blog.
Hello June!
I am completely baffled by how the hell it is June already. We are already half way through 2017 and I'm speculating here but I think if I blink it might just turn into Christmas. The first half of the year has had highs and lows like any other year, month, week or day but I thought I'd share some of the things that I've learnt so far for 2017.
Recently I was alerted to the fact that I say sorry when I really don't need to. Maybe it's because it's stereotypically British, or links to confidence, anxiety or even gender but I'm sure that I'm not the only one who could class themselves as an over-apologiser. The 'sorry' that I'm most guilty of at the moment is "Sorry, but can I ask a silly question". I ask this to my lecturers, work colleagues, ballet teacher but why am I saying sorry for asking a question that most definitely isn't silly because it's helping me learn.
Two Thousand and Sixteen, you will certainly go down in the history books. You've been a bit of a rollercoaster both on a personal level and a global level which is why I'm not quite sure how to review you. I've not known a year yet to be such an emotional rollercoaster with some amazing highs and crazy lows. While globally everything seems to be up in the air which the news and media are reporting I thought I'd look at my personal year, it's highlights and lows, because you know, change starts with you.
The big Two-Five.
So today is my name day and as you've probably noted by now i've added another year and hit the big twenty five. If i'm honest, i'm not sure I feel comfortable with it. I sort of feel like i'm stuck in limbo, I don't want to grow up yet but I don't feel young and care free either. In the words of Britney "I'm not a girl, not yet a woman". My social media feed is filling up with engagements, babies and honeymoons and I'm just not there yet. I'm still sat at home with a colouring book and takeaway.
Is this feeling the beginning of a Quarter life crisis? This is the start of my late twenties and i'm on the express train straight to thirty. Will I wake up tomorrow with a whole head full of grey hairs? I'm not sure. To stop myself becoming a quivering wreck i've decided to focus on twenty five things i've learnt in my twenty five years:
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