The end is almost here <3

#happymagicarp
– Instagram.

Well, I must say it’s been a fun 96 days, how do I know it’s been 96 days of fun?

Well..
Let me start by telling you that I am almost at the end of the 100 Happy Days challenge and I think that it is by far the best thing that I have ever done.

It has completely changed my outlook on life, the way I feel about things and the people that I surround myself with. I could also have a promotion by the time that we get to the end.

For the first time I feel like I am living my life the way that I want to, and for an amazing first time in my 22 years I can finally say that I am totally and utterly happy.
I am happy with my job.
I am happy with my friends.
I am happy with my family.
I am happy being single.
I am happy with literally every part of my life.

In the last 96 days I have managed to book and pay for a holiday that is only 62 days away [IBIZA BABY] and loose half a stone so that I don’t look like an elephant on the beach 😉

These have been the most amazing days that I think I have ever had. I am filled with emotions that I didn’t know I could feel, and I am slightly over whelmed at where I was when I started this challenge to how far I have come now.

Well done to me, deffo.

When my 100 days are finished I am going to do the same with people at work, working in retail is one of the most depressive jobs to have. I’m not exactly sure on the statistic but I do know it’s quiet high. If I can make an impact on this just in my store alone then who knows what I could do.

I feel invincible.

Thank you to anyone and everyone for any form of support that I have recived.

Every day may not be great, but there’s is something great in every day.

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Is my word not good enough?

I think this just hit a nerve.

Terrible Poetry Feeds the Soul

Is my word not good enough?

Why would I lie?

Have I ever lied about this?

Have I ever denied this before?

I mean,

Yes I hid it,

Before I learned about:

Mental illness,

Depression,

But then I admitted it,

To almost everyone,

“I have depression!”

And admitted,

Myself to the hospital,

Twice,

To save my life.

So why would I lie about this?

Why would I say:

“I am not depressed,”

If I didn’t mean it?

Do you think that I can’t be trusted?

Yet I live hours away,

Do you think that I don’t see?

Everyone but you agrees.

So,

Answer me this:

Why are my parents,

The only ones who think I am lying?

Even after my psychiatrist,

Said,

“you aren’t depressed,

It’s anxiety.”

You can’t accept that?

Why don’t you trust me?

The past four years,

Of me actively seeking help,

Mean nothing?

Why is my…

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5 Reasons You Should Never Settle

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As I sit here to write this article, I’m in our hotel room overlooking the beach. The waves sound so close you feel like you can put your hand out the window and touch them. My girlfriend is making coffee. Her tanned skin is accentuated even further by the stark white walls. The rays of sun are coming through the blinds signaling a new day has begun. Michael Bublé is permeating the room from my laptop speakers.

Next to me on the table is this month’s copy of Esquire, the cover of which is beckoning us with “84 Things A Man Should Do Before He Dies.” And I sit here thinking to myself – no matter how many failures I face or how hard life becomes, I refuse to settle.

You can settle for less than you deserve in many areas of life. A job you can’t stand going to…

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Why You Should Never, Ever, Ever Get A Tattoo (but Having a Baby is Fine)

This made me do little laughs, I have no children and 4 tattoos and I think I’ve made the right choice! So far anyway!

The Ugly Volvo

I’m not super pro-tattoo or anti-tattoo.  I’ve debated getting one in the past but never that seriously.  But my mother is vehemently anti-tattoo.  Listed below are the reasons my mother has always given me for why I shouldn’t get a tattoo.

And I understand that she’s from a different generation.  And I love my mother very much.  She’s a really wonderful person and I’m not saying none of them is a legitimate reason, but I’m saying that after having a child, I find it really hard to take any of them seriously.

And so in case you were headed out to the tattoo parlor as we speak, here are:

10 REASONS WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER, EVER, EVER GET A TATTOO ACCORDING TO MY MOTHER (but having a baby is fine)

1.  “A Tattoo is Forever”

Yes, a tattoo is forever.  Totally forever!  Except that a tattoo can, if needed, be erased with a laser.

 *Some of you read that and immediately thought, &quot;I am so exhausted, please I need a laser that can temporarily erase a three year-old,&quot; but sorry, that is not a thing that exists.  
No…

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A six month conclusion.

As I lay back in my fathers house, the same one that he got once my mother and father broke up I have to give a thought to my life, and then I thought about how long I have been on this earth and the things that people around me have gone through.

the past 2/3 years have been hard..

& then I thought that the past is the past, even though it haunts my sleep and sits on my shoulders at every opportunity I have to remember that the only reason it’s there is because it has made me who I am.

I try to look at the things that have happened in a positive way now. I did everything I could. I have no doubt in my mind that I did.

The past 6 months of my life have been where I have really turned my life around – and for the better.

The relationship that i were in had it’s good moments, but it had more fights. Arguing. Cheating. Hitting. Fighting. Days of hurtfulness. Name calling. Belittling & don’t think that it was all one sided, I gave as much as I took.

I went from needing to escape reality to cope and then the one person I relied on wasn’t there when I needed him.

Since then I see how many people care about me, how much time my friends have & how much my father loves me.

I now see the good in my life, not who wasn’t there for me, but who was.

I have also found myself daily stuck in my sketchbook with pencils in my hand, or today i used oil paints for the first time.

I’ve almost booked a holiday with my best friend.

I’ve almost got a promotion that I’ve been counting on for years.

I can feel myself going from strength to strength and having more belief in myself than Ive ever had.

I have things to look forward to, and things to look back at, but all I want to do is wake up in the morning so I can live every day that little bit better than the day before. I want to smile a million times a day, and thank everyone for believing in myself when I didn’t.

I guess it takes something major in your life to realise what’s actually important, and what’s just noise..

Having a hobbie

I know this might sound a bit strange, but just hear me out.

I’m 22, I work and I’ve just got out of an awful relationship.
Since I’ve now got my new found independance and my time back again, I’ve started to learn what I like to do, & amazingly what I’m good at.

I am a bit of a dap hand in the kitchen, and have excelled at that recently, from throwing a dinner party to making the pasta for the lasagne myself and having a go at making my first ever cheese cake for something important.

Having hobbies has made me have faith in myself.

Having a hobbie makes me feel like I’ve got a life again, and makes me feel like I’ve got my own thing that I can do on my own to unwind.

I’m 22.. I should of known all my positives already. I suppose if you live with negativity though it surrounds you and swallows your life.

#100happydays 1-10

so,
Considering my current low self esteem and my current hate that I have for myself when I’m on my own I’ve decide that i am going to embark on this “really hard” challenge.

simple
To be happy..
For 100 days.
Awesome.

day one..
On the first day, obviously filled with over excitement and felt like I could magically make my world happy..
& the local school has a gas leak, that’s all the children not going to school.
me being me decided to offer a hand to a dear friend and baby sit, next thing I know I’m stuck on my own 9am until 3.30pm with 3 small girls. Age 9, 7 and 6.

I had an amazing time. Those children were beautiful. And at the end of the day, PVA, paper, felt everything put away. They wrote words on paper that were so sweet.

Day one complete.

day two

So today I went from my best friend in the worlds house and came home after almost a week of being there. Came home, and had a swim in the tub and decide to have another go at finishing the 50 shades trilogy. I failed miserably. While I was swimming in the tub with my book, I was happy.
So there we go. That’s the best thing to happen to me all day, oh, and then I got into bed and found Henry. That was nice.

everyone should have a teddy bear.

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