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For many folk, January is the time where, fuelled by new year resolution planning, they make – or are at least motivated to start making – lifestyle changes. From fancy new fitness regimes, to detoxing diets, saying buh-bye to booze, or making career moves – we all know the drill.
I never feel like that. Not in January, anyway. And in fact, I’m pretty anti new year’s resolutions, as you know (see this post).
If anything, it’s not until the March equinox kicks in, and the evenings start to get lighter, the days longer and the weather a little warmer, that I finally rediscover my mojo and start to reevaluate my life. It’s like I’ve been in hibernation since the excess of Christmas or summin’ and I don’t feel that sweet ‘I GOT THIS’ burst of energy until spring has sprung.
And never more so than this year.
For as they say: if you keep doing the same thing, you’ll get the same results. And news flash: I ain’t happy with my current predicament, so I need to shake up some shit to make some real waves, right?
I need to spring clean MY LIFE.
Maybe seeing the blossoming trees and flowers bursting with colour gives me some sort of psychological prompt to start planting some cute lil’ seeds of my own.
Oh, and not to get all astro analytical on you, but there was a Libra lunar eclipse last month, AKA in MY sun sign, AKA my very own cosmic new year and the start of some serious personal transformation.
So the stars are basically TELLING me to do this, right? An actual cosmic order.
These are the areas which are getting a major overhaul (so basically my entire life then):
By far the most important area to tackle. I’ve had ongoing issues for a couple of years now (edited highlights here and here) – many of them I suspect are interlinked – and I know that less stress, incorporating a more plant-based diet plus daily yoga and meditation are fundamental to me ever recovering properly.
Inspired by the likes of Deliciously Ella, Kris Carr and YEAH, I’ma say it: (not a doctor) Gillian bloody McKeith, I’m going to be making some lifestyle changes that better support my insides, with the view of healing myself and becoming the best version of me I can be.
I also want to clear all the emotional clutter that has accumulated in my mental cupboard.
I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW – I’ve clearly been OD-ing on the self-help books, but seriously you guys, I NEED THIS. I need to not be feeling shit 99% of the time. I’M SICK AND TIRED OF BEING SICK AND TIRED.
There is a better way to live.
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Following on from the above, I’ve decided that, for now at least, a regular 9-5 office job is not conducive to my health sitch, nor does it make me truly happy. I think I need more variety, work-wise. I also need to be able to work from bed if I wanna, or do a yoga class at 11am, or write at midnight if that’s when inspiration strikes.
I’m facing up to the fact that, despite having been lucky enough to land many ‘dream jobs’ in my lifetime, ultimately, if something’s constantly draining you of your vitality, it’s usually a sign that it’s not right for you, right now.
Sometimes a career can look good on paper, but look good to who? The person you need to impress is… YOU.
I’ve got too caught up in the frenzy of the world – a frenzy of my own devising tbf.
It’s funny, because I always thought that the more successful and ‘busy’ I was, the happier I’d be. Not so. And sometimes your monthly pay cheque, no matter how large and how regular, just isn’t big enough to fill the empty void in your soul, y’know? Christ that was deep.
So yeah, anyway, the point of that little verbal poop scoop was to say: I’m going freelance! To write and illustrate and consult and sell my vintage and embroidered denim and whatever else pops up, really. More on this to follow, but if you want to collaborate, get in touch!
As a result of all of the above, I’ve decided to dedicate more time to this blog. That is, I’m not planning on becoming a full-time blogger as such, but I would like to stick to an editorial schedule and post more regularly round here. I get sad and frustrated when I don’t post for a while.
Why? Because I enjoy it. Because I want to write – I LOVE to write but (and this is important) in a space that’s my own. And trying to suppress the need for creativity ain’t good for anybody in the long run.
As wanky as it sounds, I also want to work on my ‘personal brand’ (bluergh) because – hear me out – I think it will really help with redefining ME; what I’m all about, what makes me tick, what my goals are, WHAT I BLOODY WANT FROM LIFE.
So yeah. No biggie.
After mulling it over for, like, EVER, I’ve decided that I want to move further out of London – like the Chilterns maybe? – and I want a house with multiple bedrooms and a dining room and a garden and I want to live in the country and work from home and get a dog and take it for walks and things.
Yeah, I want to nest. I want to live dat hygge life.
In the meantime, I’ll probably do a spot of decorating on the current place – check out my Pinterest boards to see my room inspiration, and also look out for a new Interiors section on the blog. Whenever I post a glimpse of my gaff on Instagram, it seems to go down well, so I’m going to start sharing more on that front.
And in true spring-cleaning mode, armed with my copy of Marie Kondo’s book, I will be having a major purge of all my clutter.
Simplify, simply, simplify.
That seems to be the current theme for me. I want a simple life. An authentic life. A happy and healthy life.
With a little bit of courage, you can create the the space you crave. You can become the person you want to be.