I started this blog to record my first year in London. It’s such a massive lifestyle change for me, and it has been both mentally and emotionally challenging. Not long after I moved here Lindsey DMd me to tell me she too was moving to London from the dizzy heights of ‘oop North’ to start a new life. We have been chatting on Twitter for well over a year and agreed to meet up when she was settled in. Another great example of Twitter bringing different people together unlikely to have met otherwise. We’ve been out a few times now and we have really hit it off. MrS has lovely friends who have made me very welcome and I have friends relatively nearby in Essex and Surrey but she is the first proper friend of my own in London. This is her guest post for me, I hope you enjoy it …
Proud. For today. Tomorrow? Who knows…
You know what? Today I am proud. I’m proud of myself. It’s not often I say it, even
less that I think it. But today I am.
It’s easy to get caught up in life, running at 100mph and to forget to stop, reflect and appreciate just how far you’ve come, what you’ve achieved and all the great things that are still to happen that you don’t even know about yet.
I can see myself changing, for the better. I think. I’ve chosen to change things, my lifestyle (except when only buckets of double G&Ts will do on a Wednesday evening) my routine, my whole way of thinking. And I’m starting to see results. And I bloody love it.
Body image is a weird thing. I think women and men have a distorted ideal of what they should look like. Or maybe that’s just my distorted view? Who knows…
Fed to us in so many ways: the media, our friends, our own misconceptions and pre-conceived ideas of what ‘perfect’ is. So what is it? What is perfect? I know that your idea of perfect will be completely different to mine.
And that’s the beauty of it. We’re all different. We’re all looking for perfection in different ways.
Or is that just me? Am I alone in this? I strive for perfection in most things, and then get frustrated when I fall short. Many say I’m a hard taskmaster on myself. And it’s true. It’s almost never good enough and it probably never will be. It’s a battle I’m dealing with and learning to fight in my own way.
But today, right now. In this moment I am proud. Tomorrow may be a different story.
I look back on where I was a year ago and everything has changed. In ways I couldn’t really imagine. New focus. New dreams. New career. New life. I did this. I made those changes.
I made those choices and worked hard to get where I am right now. And it’s these changes I don’t really give myself credit for.
Do we ever give ourselves enough credit? Or do we just dismiss it and think it just happened. Well you know what, it didn’t just happen. Even as I type (alas no moleskine) It’s hard for me to get my head around this concept and it probably always will be.
And as I sit in my chair sipping my green tea, I’m left with the cheesiest song in my head (thanks Heather Small) and I’ll ask you the question: “what have you done today to make you feel proud?”
And if you manage not to sing that lyric in your head as you read it, I applaud you.