Whenever we get sick of cooking/cleaning/doing laundry, we dress up, meet up and take each other's photos. (hashtag lonergirlswithblogs)
sunglasses- Celine, dress- thrifted, vest- Topshop, shoes from Gold Dot, bracelets c/o Leech Manila, nails by Nail It!
I feel like it's been a while since I've actually written anything worth reading here. I have a short list of topics I've been wanting to write about (much of them touching on pre-quarter life crisis bullcrap) but most of the time they become futile attempts of disclosing feelings too common among the independent yuppies (Am I even considered one? Hope not). I'd like to think that most of the thoughts gathering inside my head are the same things people struggling to earn and survive alone in the city would conjure up. I think it's normal to constantly think of how quicker it would be to save up if I moved back to the province, or even move back in with my dad. Once I spend too much time daydreaming about that though, I immediately wake up to tell myself that I'm never letting go of this type of freedom!
My daily routine hasn't been too monotonous, but I have definitely toned down on night-outs with friends, and have cut back even more on shopping. I am now more accustomed to handling my own schedule and being able to work with zero makeup in my pajamas, and I think for now I'm thankful that I am able to do that. But I am striving even more to set some form of control and discipline, to make better choices and decide to do the right things. I've always been told to plan and have only realized recently that I've never set long-term goals nor have I penned a concrete schedule for my career. I think I've been trying to narrow down to specific responsibilities, trying to set daily regiments that I know will lead to better outcomes and payoffs.
I am now trying to accept the fact that some things just won't happen by chance, and that things won't be easily handed to me anymore. I may still act carefree, but these days I feel like I've been thinking about every detail of my life ten times more than I have ever done. Most days I feel like there's got to be an easier way to do things, but when did that ever guarantee growth with wisdom and maturity?