2019 ✨

Honestly I’ve only stumbled onto my blog today because I got a notification of an automatic renewal payment coming out and I thought what the fuck I haven’t wrote anything in about 5 months.

What kind of blogger am I? 🤦🏻‍♀️

I always sit down at this time of year to write my new goals out for the year and have a look at the previous years objectives. I can honestly say I ticked off a good chunk of mine and I’m more determined than I’ve ever been for 2020s goals.

2019 has probably been the most successful yet unsuccessful year of my life. Starting a whole new life in London obviously being the key life change I’ve made, but with that I’ve also developed a whole new set of thoughts and feels that I’ve never experienced before.

I’ve had anxiety for the first time, I’ve felt so lonely I’ve cried myself to sleep, I’ve felt lost, I’ve felt not good enough, I’ve never felt more single and just outright sad than ever. I’ve felt like as I’ve moved to another city to better my life everyone else around me has overtook and is doing better, happier and I’ve felt left out. I’ve also learnt that all of the above is more than normal and by saying them out loud (or on social media cos same thing, right?) is the only way I’ll ever be able to overcome these feelings and do something about it.

I don’t want this to sound like I’ve been unhappy all year because I defiantly have not, I’ve only had these feelings for maybe the last 3 months and alongside them I’ve had some of the best days and experiences alongside making new life friends.

For 2020 the number one goal on my list is to become the best version of myself that I possibly can. I am going to go for everything I’ve ever wanted and stop fearing the outcome.

I want to wish everyone a happy new year and a special thank you if you’ve stuck around to still hear what I’m up too after all these years, I appreciate it. ❤️

Talk soon,

Lotsa love

AG xxo

Confessions of a 20 something year old

The start of a new year is always nice, you set new goals, you make big plans but before you know it you’re thinking about another birthday that’s looming.

Long gone are the days of being 5 or 6 and being so excited to pick a few of your friends to bring out for your birthday party. It’s now more of drowning your sorrows pretending you have your shit together kinda situ.

This April I will turn 27. Now I know I’m not about to get my pension – but when I was 17 I defiantly thought that this would be the age you kinda just knew what you were at in life?

*tumbleweed*

Well 17 year old Aisling, no you don’t.

Instead it’s the age were you have friends who are married, engaged, having babies, moving cities, countries and getting big “proper jobs”

And then the “me” of the group. Just unsure of what their life is lol.

What are you meant to be doing when you’re a nearly 27 year old? All of the above? Or the latter?

Is there really any set “rules“?

As much as I would love all of the above, my main fear for “growing up” is not being good enough. Everything I do in life I want to be great at.

So for me, if I find something that I’m amazing at I will work hard at it to become the best I can be. This is my main concern on obeying the “rules” at this age in life.

As for the rest of the adults things, I guess they will just follow….

Because, well it has too. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Speak soon,

Lotsa love

AG xxo