As I typed the title of this inevitable swearing rantfest, I could feel any male readers I had just flung their computer out from in front of their face. Yep, it’s a period post. Tough. If you stay, though, I’m sure you’ll love how much my body likes putting me through.
Now, you are catching me at my worst with no filter, so I’m warning you now that below is some Sweary McSwearpants content.
Some, she says.
Last August I penned a Before 30 List for myself which had the mini-goals I wanted to achieve before turning 30. Well, this weekend I turned 30. I thought I’d be shit-scared, have a nice 30-year-mark-mental-breakdown, but so far I’m… pretty okay.
It’s been over two weeks now since my evil assistant and I shed our foot skin away with the help of Milky Foot and Baby Foot, so I thought we’d give an update on how our feet are now, our thoughts on both products and if one has worked better than the other.
To say the past two weeks have been a shit-show (scientific term) would be a massive understatement. I am in the process of weening off one antidepressant and going onto another, with the added bonus of this whole “Christmas” thing in less than two weeks. While I’m usually very organised when it comes to Christmas shopping, this time around I was finding myself obsessively searching; spending two full days trawling the web for the best presents on a dollar allowance.
I realised quickly thought that I was obsessing and stressing. I couldn’t sit still to write or even watch a movie; my escapes wouldn’t let me escape!
There is a blog post or article about every facet of moving. From helping pack up a house by a weekly countdown to Feng Shui-ing a new closet. If you’ve ever moved, you’re well aware how stressful the whole experience is and there are plenty of articles that talks about the stresses of moving. However, it’s not the actual anxiety of moving I’m talking about. It’s your wellbeing after you’ve plopped yourself down in your new place.
My evil assistant and I have discussions all the time on if we could go back to tell our teenage selves anything if we actually would. Aside from the Butterfly Effect, changing the course of our history and all of that, what would we say to our younger selves? How much would we give away? It seemed like a too big of a question, so we usually brought up health tips, which included a lot of makeup and skincare advice.
I was pretty much the same chick, year after year; my circumstances are what kept changing. At thirteen I was in private schooling at a Christian college (no hair dying whatsoever) then a year later I was in public schooling, back to experimenting with my hair but still the same dork with a camera attached to her hand. What year would I go to then? I was tossing up between 14 and 16, so 15 is a nice medium. Fifteen is that teetering age of being not-quite. You’re apparently ‘not-quite’ old enough to be exploring your sexuality, but ‘not-quite’ a young kid anymore. You’re ‘not-quite’ of working or driving age (back then in my case anyway). It’s the year of almost but.. not-quite, so it seemed like a good year to travel back to
~~ que Wayne and Garth flashback sequence ~~