Eleven Times Two, Mental Strength, My Life

Here’s to you, 2018. Thank You (and Fuck You)

It’s somewhat ironic that my last post (almost 6 months ago) was oh-so-confidently entitled ‘Coming Out Of Isolation’, as what actually happened was, I stuck my stupid smiling head above the parapet just in time for a shit storm in the shape of high-speed fireball to hit me square in the face.

Timing’s a bitch, am I right?

To be honest with you guys, I don’t even want to go into it all, because I’m sick of talking, and whining and over-analysing and bitching and complaining about everything that went down… in short, I’m finally sick of my own bullshit.

And that’s just it isn’t it? I could blame the less-than-ideal situations, throw shade at the ex who was simply pushing his luck while I allowed him to, or create a mental Voodoo Doll of the boss who did what was in her own best interests. I can even convince myself that I pissed off the Universe but, in actual fact all that happened was I crammed my head so far up my own arsehole I needed a glass stomach to see where I was going in – although it was clear that the only place I was headed was spiralling downwards into a well of my own self-pity.

Bore off. Ugh.

2018 has been one of the toughest years of the past 10, and yes – there are certain people and situations that have been a part of it, but that doesn’t mean it’s all been bad. All it means is that I’ve had to rediscover my own strength and blow the dust off the life-hacks I already knew in order to pull myself back up on my feet again.

So, I did what I needed to do. I did what always has, and probably always will, work for me – and I disappeared off the face of the planet for a little while. Turns out I only needed a few weeks of self-reflection for me to pull aforementioned head out of my rectal cavity and give myself a swift kick up it instead!

So, this isn’t going to be one of my usual War and Peace length posts, it’s not going to try and solve the world’s problems and it’s not going to bore you with the details of my misery which, quite frankly are over-rated and highly self-inflicted.

Nope, this is me simultaneously raising both a glass, and my middle finger to the year 2018. It’s almost over, and it’s another one I’ve made it all the way through unscathed. I’m a very different person because of it, and when you think about it – those are actually the best kinds of years aren’t they? After all, the woman about to walk into the new one is doing so with the stupid smile planted firmly back on her face, and her head held high.

Bring it on motherfucker.

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