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Asking too much? Or not enough?

Do we ask too much of ourselves? Or do we not apply ourselves enough?

I’m struggling, on one hand a have a job I have always thought I wanted, it pays the mortgage and the people I work with are great. On the other hand, I work long days, long weeks and get little job satisfaction. 

So, my question is this: should I just get my ass in gear, work harder and try and find that job satisfaction? Or do I need to have more to give me drive?

I know my blog title is a bit of a joke, but seriously, adulting is hard. Does anyone really know if what they are doing is “right” or has “purpose” or do we just continuely bumble through things and make guesses at the time…

Insight would be a great thing, but my guess (and to some extent my hope) is that many of you out there don’t have the full picture or all the answers. 

So maybe instead we should all talk about this a bit more, maybe moaning about work and life, when really you have a lot of things together, should be embraced more. Maybe, we should realise that we need to talk, change things up and continue to bumble through things, just, more openly. So that those who haven’t got it together yet, know that it’s OK.

Because it is, right?


The irony in this post, it although I am writing about past procrastination and the fact I haven’t written a blog post in months, what I am actually doing is procrastinating right now.

Anyway, irony aside, it has been a while and a lot has changed in my life.* I moved back to my home town with my husband, it has been two months and we have just bought and moved into a new place, it feels immediately like our home. I also have a new job, which has pretty much swallowed up my entire life- which is sort of what this post is about.

I realised recently that I complain, a lot, I think I have always done it but for some reason I am now acutely aware of just how much I bitch and moan about my life and stress. So for that, my friends out there I am sorry. Just like everyone, I am sure I have plenty of things to complain about and things that stress me out, but I have noticed that it is actually all more than manageable- I just have to start making changes.

So why is it so hard?

I know that I can put more hours into my job and my life and start seeing some changes if I just get my act together, but instead I use my “downtime” to do very little to improve my situation. This has to stop. I have the attitude that I want it all, the life, the job the happiness, so I have started to realise to do this I need to put in the effort.

This week will be the trial, I will attempt to adult as best I can, my downtime will be used to organise and plan, not to veg and watch TV. This blog will be rebooted and I will start to manage my time more appropriately, just because you are “meant” to have 7-9 hours sleep, doesn’t mean you HAVE to achieve 9 hours a night, think what I could get done with a couple more productive hours a day!

The pressure that is on us all to “be the best you can be” is crap. Maybe we all need to just work out where our life is now, and what effort needs to go into it to make it better for ourselves?

*in the interest of honesty, I have in fact just got up to do something else, therefore actually procrastinating from my current procrastination- there is something wrong with me.


The stalker inside

Turns out I am a “Millennial” – I found this out this morning, when researching what one was, so I could right about the fact I am not one. I was wrong.

However, I misunderstood what the word meant until I looked into it. I believed millennials to be lazy with very little ambition – this is partly right, though in the strangest of ways. It’s not that we don’t have ambition, it’s that we crave that perfect work-life balance (that probably doesn’t exist) but is that so wrong? To want to work hard, enjoy life and make enough money to live that life as well?

I know that’s not what we were taught, or even what is expected of us. I for one, could never see myself working 9-5, mon-fri behind a desk for someone else. But I LOVE hard work, so I would work 7 days a week doing something I loved, or for the right cause- so that’s what I intend to do.

Anyway, back to the subject- me, the stalker. As I was sat texting, or scrolling the other day a notification came up, *someone you knew 6 years ago just posted a new photo* – so, of course, I had to see, it meant nothing, I met this person maybe twice, but I needed to see what had happened to this person who had little-to-no impact on my life. We can blame social media for this odd addiction, but is that fair, I remember my parents talking about anything and everything that had happened to the kingston’s who lived down the road and one scandal or another, the difference with social media coverage? It’s straight from the horses mouth.

My aim over the next month will be to weed through the hundreds of “friends” and start culling, if I don’t know them to start a conversation with, I don’t need them. True friends are worth their weight in gold, time to take care of them and stop wasting precious moments on those I don’t know.