Walking Away

This can be from anyone, loved ones, friends or family but it all has the same ending, you walking away from something you are unhappy about. People think it’s a cowardly action to do but I say you have to be the strongest person to walk away from those that don’t deserve someone like you.

It doesn’t matter who it is, if you are unhappy and its due to an individual or individuals then do what you want and don’t think about them if they are the source. We forget to be selfish in the most important situations but you need to realise that your happiness is just as important as the next persons even though you may not see it, take a step back, look and think what would you tell your closest friend if you was in that situation? You would tell them to make the decision that makes them happy and that’s what you need to do yourself.

Walking away from someone means they are fully out of your life, so be honest with yourself if you are still keeping tabs on them and needing to know what’s going on are you really ready to let go? I think closure is important, so if you need to send that final message and then block and delete I say go for it, it’s time to do you.

I will say that you should wait till you’ve calmed down, I think we can all agree that we have made mistakes while in rage mode and that is fine but we regret those mistakes the most. It took me months before I realised it was time, I definitely should have done it sooner but one night I thought you know what? I’m good and ready. When I made my decision, it felt like a weight had been lifted and I could finally breathe.

I took my own advice and it was the best move I made and I don’t think I will ever look back and regret my decision, when honest with yourself you start to see the truth more and what you’ve been in denial about. Saying goodbye is tough but leaving that negativity is worth it, to know you are strong enough to move on says it all. Don’t be afraid, sometimes making that leap gets you further than you think.

Try not to dwell on it. It may be hard to not think about if that was the right or wrong decision but if you aren’t phased or feel a sense of relief, I’m going to say you may have made the right decision and I think that’s amazing.


Do you, make you happy, have positive people round and enjoy every moment.


Where did my independence go?

I just got back from uni…. end of my last year, so yeah, bye!


Uni was the first time I had been away from home, I couldn’t cook (still can’t, but will be forever grateful to Deliveroo), wasn’t great at ironing (still not) and not that keen on cleaning (but needs must). Three years of focusing on studies, lectures and getting pissed. I’ve come back home to two fabulous parents, but after a couple of weeks of pampered bliss, it hit me: Where did my independence go?

At uni, if I had no food in the fridge and it was too late to trek to town (or I simply couldn’t be arsed), deliverance (or deliveryJ) was just one speed dial away. Not cooking meant even when I did shop, my fridge was full of beautiful sliced bread, processed cheese, the cheapest ham and the must-have Frubes (I know it’s for children, but hell – it saved on the washing up). Don’t get me wrong, I do know how to turn on an oven… hence, on occasion, a freezer full of chicken nuggets and chips.  Now at home, the fridge/freezer is always magically full…. of healthy shit. Salad: NO! Veg: WTF!! Artisan breads: what’s wrong with plastic wrapped sliced plastic! So, why, I ask, are my fabulous parents attempting to get me used to the better things in life, when it will simply be harder for me in the long run? I need to keep to what I know in order to face the world, for when I move out and start an internship on next to nothing. I love them dearly, but they need to let me do my own thing on the food front – got to keep real!

When I was at uni I did a lot more: I had the freedom to go anywhere and not be questioned or asked what time I’d be back – I simply did my own thing, in my own time and that was the end of it.. I could be in a bad mood, lock myself away until the darkness lifted and not be questioned. Whereas now I am home, if I leave the room or I don’t talk much, its 21 questions asking why? I love that they care so much, but it is hard coming home – I feel I’ve gone back in time, I’m not a little girl anymore,  I’m 21 and can kinda do my own thing.

I have been trying out new things (this blog for one). I was always focused on getting the right results so I could go on and get some more good results… but I’ve never felt free to experiment. I’m not saying I haven’t had fun, but I’ve conformed from Day 1, never been a rebel and now I’ve done all that I am looking to conform some more: Get a job and be a good daughter. But is it hard, job requirements always seem to include something I haven’t done, or haven’t got.  I’ve tried to achieve academically so I can grow and support myself, but some days, after trawling through job opportunities, I wonder if I will ever be independent.


Have I lost my independence or am I just growing up? The more I see, the more I realise that at university I had to grow up fast and live on my own. I wasn’t well prepared, but I I did it. And if I did it once, I can do it again! I still have a lot of growing up to do, but I will get my life sorted and get done what I need to in order to get the independence I so want.