… You’re 23! I bet you remember being 18 years old and never imagining you’d be a whole three years into your twenties! Nursery is long, long gone, primary school was a breeze, secondary schools been and done, college went by too quickly and university was the best four years of your life. But now, you’re 23 and the whole world is in front of you.
Since January of this year, I have been tracking my habits and hobbies in my bullet journal monthly, tracking daily how often I’m doing the things I need to do (take vitamins and tablets, for example, you know, the fun things in life) and the things I actually want to do (hobbies, 10k steps). For me, it is the perfect way to see clearly what I am managing to get done and just how I am roughly spending my day. One of the little trackers I noticed I had been neglecting more than I wanted to was the ‘reading’ tracker, finding that most days it was going without a pink pastel (yes, I use pastel highlighters, are you saying you don’t?!…) dot underneath it.
Abbi writing a blog post on self-tan?! I’d never thought I’d see the day. You see, the thing is, I am a complete rookie when it comes to tan. A beginner, a bit of scaredy-cat. Haunted by the days of magazines featuring ‘dodgy fake tan disasters’ with horrifying pictures of patchy, streaky, bright orange tan which was enough to put even the most daring of sixteen-year-olds off. Even at the ripe ol’ age of twenty-two I have only just about managed to embrace a nifty gradual tanner. But, alas, it wasn’t enough. I can’t afford to go on a beach holiday often enough to make sure I’m that beautiful shade of bronze goddess twenty-four seven. It is just unrealistic and then it hit me… I needed to face my fears head on and head for the bottle.
I don’t know about you but we are five months into the year and I may have already forgotten those New Year goals I made for 2018. They were, of course, made with the very best intentions, to improve my life, probably my health and wellbeing and I guess, to make me a better person too. But now, five months in, those goals I made for the year have slipped my mind. Instead, replaced with those mini goals we have to set just to get through the day or week. Honestly, one of this week’s goals is to actually take those vitamins every day that I most likely brought in January. January promises this beautiful fresh start, it is a whole new year after all, but a few months and I find I fall into those old habits, with January and the all the blues that come with, firmly in the back of my mind, an almost forgotten month.
Lots and lots of rain and a three-day heatwave later and we have officially come to the end of April. I am so excited for May, for the (hopeful) promise of warmer days and a taste of Summer. I am in pure saving mode at the moment so I’m looking forward to bright, sunny days where our days out can include beaches, parks, picnics and exploring, all those things that can be enjoyed on a minimal budget. I’m counting down the days to Summer!
The blogging industry is never short of a little bit of drama every now and then. We are a pretty amazing community full of the most supportive, funny, lovely, inspiring ladies and gents living out their hobby of creating beautiful digital content but even we aren’t immune from a bit of disturbance occasionally. Whether it is businesses calling us out or even bloggers calling over bloggers out, it begs the question, why is there so much pressure on bloggers? Why has blogging become so controversial?