onwards and upwards

good things come to those who wait

there is something extremely soul destroying about getting constant rejections from job applications. Surely i must be doing something wrong. Next, Boots, Zizzi’s, House of Frasers, HSBC, and atleast 10 others all in the last few weeks. I wish they gave you some sort of feedback. something telling you why they don’t want you. As clearly 18 months experience in one of the busiest shops in Glasgow just isn’t enough…

good things come to those who wait

alternate reality

One of the presents Matt bought me for my 18th last year was an Amazon Kindle. At the time I wasn’t too fussed about it, but actually it was a brilliant present. When I was younger I used to read all the time, especially on holiday. We’d be away for 2 weeks and I’d go through 4 or 5 books, even as a child. As I got older, on holiday became the only time I did read, unless it was for school. But recently I’ve got back into it, and I’m glad.
There’s something about reading that I’ve always loved. I think it’s the fact that for the short time it takes to read a book, you are in someone else’s reality. Even though it’s fiction, there’s something enchanting – not in a fairy’s and princesses kind of way – but there’s something exciting and almost comforting about being someone else for those 400 odd pages.
A lot of what i read is just regular fiction. It doesn’t need to be fantastic writing or anything intellectual – just tales of the day-to-day goings on in peoples lives. Joys, trials, heartache, romance, friendships, enemies. All the usual.
I could easily be the only person who thinks this, but when I was younger I quite often felt (and still sometimes feel) pretty lonely. But there has always been something about reading a book that makes it go away. Being inside someone else’s thoughts and feelings stops you thinking about your own life, your own problems and situations, and you get to pretend to be someone else. The person who is really close to their best friend. or the one with the devoted sister. or husband. or amazing job. or even something negative, or something completely trivial. whatever it may be, you get to be someone that isn’t you..just for that short time. and there’s something about that feeling that I’ve always loved.

“In this way, I was able to place my own concerns aside and curl myself up in the cocoon of someone else’s imagination. My life was suspended – I was in neither one place nor the other.” – Kate Kerrigan : Ellis Island

So…

do something you love every day

Well I started this blog in February, and haven’t posted anything since! So I thought I’d give it another go and see if I can keep it going this time.

So a lot has changed since I last posted.. Back then I was still half way through my first year of uni – which I ended up passing with flying colours. only thing was, I hated pretty much every minute of it. I wasn’t going to go back for second year, but I had no better options so thought I may as well. Which was a complete waste of time..cos I still couldn’t stand it. So roughly a month ago, I dropped out. Well, I took voluntary suspension..but it pretty much means the same thing. So now I’m back to square one, and I’m as confused as ever! I have no idea what I could/want to/am capable of doing with my life.. and this scares the crap out of me. So at the minute I’m just floating along, working weekends in one of the busiest retail stores in the country, whilst trying to avoid the damning question of what next?
Other than that, life’s pretty good at the minute!! I have a crazy, hilarious, cute, brilliant boyfriend..and after 4 years, 3 months and 21 days (and no i didn’t know that by heart..I just sat and worked it out!) I’m still very much in love!
I also have an equally crazy, fantastic, insane, supportive group of friends…and it’s safe to say that if I didn’t have some of them in my life, I’d be feeling a lot worse right now!

Chances are not one person will read this, but that’s okay.

do something you love every day