What to say

Tears. All these tears. I have no idea what happened, what is happening, why whatever is happening is happening. Why?  And how?  Failure seems to be the reoccuring theme.

I know none of it is as bad as I make it out to be but it still feels like it is. All I want to do is run away from it all. Go back in time, magically be motivated, focused, happy, content with myself and my life again. I know it’s all up to me. I did great because I knew I’d do great. I felt great because I told myself I was great. Now I don’t feel so great and I keep telling myself, reminding myself how seriously messed up it is that I’ve just voluntarily let it all turn into piles and piles of shit. Just like that. 

Where do I even start? 

Modesty

Lately the term “feminism” has been on my mind a lot. I observe women around me, thinking about what they do, what they say, what their values in life are. I’ve always admired strong, confident, successful  women who know what they want from life and aren’t too afraid to ask for or even demand it. I’m strong and somewhat confident. I know what my strengths and weaknesses are. But I try not to boast. I try to act the right way so that people don’t find me annoying, overwhelming, rude, un-ladylike. But I’m starting to wonder why. Why is it so important for me to act all modest and reserved? None of the women I admire and look up to are modest and reserved. They speak their minds until they are heard. And they don’t let themselves get shot down by people telling them to stick to the norms and “be normal”. But I try to. I was brought up that way. But I hate it when people don’t listen to me when I speak. Yet it keeps happening to me more and more. And none of the people I’ve complained to about this take it seriously. Why is that?

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It’s time society realized that women do have a voice. Parents need to tell their children that little girls do have a say in things and should speak their minds loud and clear without having to feel like they’re being annoying. It’s time for me to find my voice and use it to achieve my goals, establish boundaries and earn the respect of the people surrounding me.

Failure

It’s been nearly exactly one year. I’ve given up on everything. I feel sick about myself – body, mind and soul. I have no clue as to why I allow myself to just give up the way I do. I wish I had that fighting spirit I see in so many other people but when life starts pushing against me I sort of just roll over and die. Or not die. I tell myself I’ll face it and fight my battle later. After I’ve done whatever it is I’d rather do instead. After I’ve watched this show or after that coffee-date with _______(insert friends name). It’s nothing but laziness, I know. I know exactly what I need to do to move forward. I know it won’t be half as bad as I make it out to be. I know I’ll feel great about myself and my life and everything there is after getting shit done. But I still postpone said shit-doing until one day I wake up and I literally can’t breathe because I’m at the very bottom of my very own pile of actual shit. (Ok, not literally but you know…)

So here I am. March 2014. Drowning in a mixture of school work, actual work, 15 kg of excess fat, an echoing feeling of loneliness and yet a longing to be alone. I can’t even believe I’m posting this. Pathetic. But Idunno. This is simply how I feel a lot of the time.

I want to be my awesome self though. I guess tomorrow is as good a day as any to start.

Lulu Lemon

I just found this website, lululemon.com where you can buy yoga clothes and running gear. Love a lot of their stuff. I really wish I could afford going a teeny tiny bit crazy on that website right now!

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green

I really like neon-pastel colors like these. They make me long for sweat, summer and sun 😉