What a better way to leave February than a thick delicious layer of crisp white snow. Today has been a write off I have spent most of the day ohhing and ahhing at the window of the office screaming with glee at the snow and twirling around outside like a 4 year old, yep that’s me your 27 year old home gal.
See ya Feb, I can not wait for March, I’m bloody ready for it. January and February seem to have been trial runs, like when you’re a bride and get your make-up done as a test before you actually get it done for the wedding in case your MUA decides blue eyeshadow and purple lips are the one. I’ve bumbled along through the past few months with ideas and dreams and aspirations and just kept them as that in my tiny little head. However this week something snapped and I am bloody ready for the rest of the year and I think these may be some of the reasons why……
Obvs my smidge of OCD wanted my bullet journal to arrive ready and raring to go for the 1st of Jan, but alas it turned up somewhere around 4th Feb. Although desperate to start straight away part of me thought I couldn’t possibly start mid-month and was just as tempted to leave it until 2019…which I knew was absurd. So I started mapping out my life mid Feb quite sure it was organise my life, but didn’t quite have the effect I was hoping for. March though, March is looking pretty damn fine, I’ve mapped out my finances and a budget, I’ve set up a habit tracker and set tasks and goals for the month, YASSS March, qwueen.
I love my bed, my mattress is dreamy as hell and if I open my stupidly massive bedroom doors I can lay in bed all day and watch TV…. although I never, ever do that (apart from 51 Sundays in the year). This week I saw my friend early doors and then decided I was gonna get shit done rather than lounge all day and boy oh boy did I get shit done. I wrote a meal plan for the week, went shopping, meal prepped all my food for the week, cleaned the fridge (satisfying), did the washing and even wrote a blog and it was not only therapeutic, but also set me up for the week. I felt positive and vibey and ready to just nail life, or at least the week ahead.
I’ve done a hell of a lot of smiling this week, laughing with boo and colleagues and friends and embracing life and bit more rather than being a sourpuss my whole life. I’ve even been happier at work, lol, miracle. It’s had a good effect and I may even keep the happiness… woahhhh maybe I’m moving too fast.
One of my lifetime goals is to have a cleaner, preferably my mum who charges £0, but second best to that someone really anal who will buff my hob and bleach my floors and just do a little Kim and Aggie every now and again. I am not a cleaner and I don’t enjoy it, because life is far to short to dust the skirting boards every day, but this week I’ve got my shit together and done a bit each day. Not only did it feel rewarding I actually enjoyed it marginally and felt pretty kick ass for being a clever little adult.
We may forget it but we’re pretty lucky, lucky to wake up every morning, lucky to not live in poverty, lucky to have clean running water, lucky to be us and lucky to live in a country where our president doesn’t allow Johnny from the Bronx to carry a gun, but do we really appreciate it? March is the month where I write down 1 thing a day I’m grateful for, just to remind myself life’s pretty good ya know.
Hello March the newer and prettier Janaury