It’s that time of the year again.
Yes, you know what I’m talking about.
That time where everyone turns into the worst, self-sabotaging version of themselves and say; I’ve done awful this year, I know. But hec, now it’s the new year and I am going to be a new version of me! And a far superior and better version at that! Because apparently, nothing presses a reset button better than literally one changed digit.
I can’t breathe.
Normally its a bad thing, but I feel like its making the words stay put. It keeps my emotions and rage somehow at bay. It keeps everything maybe even brighter because without any words I can’t even express myself properly and it all stays hidden somewhere in the drawer.
I feel lost, weak, unloved, undeserving and all those shady thoughts I wanted to throw off a cliff years ago.
Self agony is quite basically the worst thing I have to nourish, but I wouldn’t be able to even talk right now if I would have just left it in.
I have bought so many recipe’s books lately, which is extremely rare for me cuz I am usually the go to the kitchen and whip something out kind of gal, but the sales look so promising and my cook book section was literally the landlord of one old tenant. My main purpose of actually buying cookbooks, which are mostly vegan is my stubborn nature of actually trying to stick to my mostly vegan diet as much as I possibly can without quitting from lack of a better nut cheese or vegan butter alternative because when it comes to those stuff I have an entirely new level of standards. It has been bad enough to abandon butter aside for years but those margarine or vegan butter alternatives you find in stores are utterly atrocious.
I know I’ve been away for quite a bit lately, but it all doesn’t matter anymore now, does it?!
Another here is ending, and the holidays are literally knocking down the door, and so even if you wanna ignore all of that commercialism. All that new year resolution and nearly 100 percent of people Never commit too, you can’t help but agreeing that this is just a magical, and quite fattening time.
lots of love
Back with a bang peops!
Oh, and have a very happy productive week.
Lots of love, and all that other jazz 🙂
Be true to your choices and have the strength to change them, cus in the end you are the only thing that matters
Wishing you all a magnificent week
Lots of love
Well, 9 is my lucky number, so hopefully it will give some luck to you to 🙂
Take it easy everyone, and have a spectacular kind of week
Lots of love
So guess what? I quit my job! I know, kind of a weird way to start anything probably. And sure enough that long and tedious oh god what will I do next is just over the corner hunting my very existence
But alas, I owed it to myself so I finally did it. And it just feels so darn amazing. But all that stress and anxiety of this new unknown terrain (I’ve been working at the same place for nearly 4 years) has left me craving for some major R&R time.