On taking care of yourself…

the twentysomething diaries

So…all of the sudden you’re 22 years old, employed full time (salaried, holla), are are just trying to figure your shit out. In the process of doing all of this, you’re also trying to balance lifelong friendships, a new(ish) relationship, car payments, loan payments, second jobs, third jobs, hobbies, and being a good daughter. Congrats, you’re me!

Just kidding. I mean not really, but yes about the part where I told you that you were me. I’m currently going through a pretty intense transitional phase in my life and I think part of the reason I started this blog was to help myself cope with everything I’m going through. I’ve always been a generally anxious person – I used to sit in my bed after bedtime in the first grade and worry myself sick that my parents were going to somehow fight and get divorced while I was sleeping. I…

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Trauma & Excessive Commas

Eyeyotee

“Anything that’s human is mentionable, and anything that is mentionable can be more manageable. When we can talk about our feelings, they become less overwhelming, less upsetting, and less scary. The people we trust with that important talk can help us know that we are not alone.” ~ Mister Rogers

Honestly, I don’t feel like doing anything today – a case of what the great Dana Carvey calls “the fuck its”. But, alas, I must go to work, where, as always, I will have fun. Now, do ya think I used too many commas in that last sentence? I’ll just say that there’s not a lot of room for more. I was trying to be frugal, but I stand by my punctuation. So, moving forward. I saw an old friend yesterday, at work, just as my shift was beginning. I’ve known her for 24 years – she was my first…

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To a beautiful soul…

diary, dizzy blonde, heart, inspiration, inspirational, kindness, Love, loving, motivation, motivational, musings, Soul

~ ~ Confessions of a Dizzy Blonde ~ ~

Tomorrow’s blog will be all whips and chains. You know, a kick in the ass before the weekend. I like those Kicks up the ass.. The harder you kick, the more I’ll fight. The bigger the challenge, the greater my enthusiasm. Some people want offers they can’t resist. Personally, I tend to go for challenges I can’t resist.

I’ve thought about that a lot lately. I like to be pushed out of my comfort zone. I thrive on challenges. I love discipline. The harder you hit me, the higher I rise.

I’m never gonna stop loving challenges I don’t think. They’re addictive. Adrenaline fueled adventures into the unknown. Or simply running as fast as I can until I get high on endorphins. Try talking to me after a run and a cup of coffee. I will be delirious with happiness and overcome by enthusiasm.

The thing is, how I treat…

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Healing Journey

AllSoul

When I say I’m healing, I mean

I am UNLEARNING the things I’ve learned from wounded people

I am healing years of limiting beliefs

I am healing anxiety and depression

I am healing negative thought patterns

I am healing my gut and my liver

I am healing my relationship with myself

I am healing past relationship trauma

I am detoxing massive amounts of toxins from my body

I am healing from the 20+years of social programming

I am healing ancestral trauma

I am rewiring and reframing my entire life into how I want it to be, not what anyone else tells me it should be or can be because what I’ve been told is just a reflection of what those people CHOSE to believe, that has nothing to do with me

Once you give yourself permission to let go of what you’ve always thought to be “truth”, you’re then able…

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Oh Hey There…

Dating, femalehumour, newbie, newblogger

Do it Like a Dude

‘Do it Like a Dude’ is an anonymous blog written about dating and single life in 2019 as a 30’s woman who is fed up of waiting for the one AND being good whilst doing it. If she’s not going to meet the love of her life just now she may as well have fun waiting instead of counting up all the should haves of her twenties…After all women hit sexual peak in their thirties don’t they…?! It just wouldn’t be fair to waste that on a vibrator 😉

Let’s Do it Like a Dude…

I have been on plenty of dates throughout my twenties but I have never enjoyed dating. At the tender age of 31 (okay 32 next month), I have finally realised why. Every single time I have been on a date or even started chatting/flirting to a member of the opposite sex, I have practically had…

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Hello and Welcome

The Not So Secret Diary of Two Girls

Hello everyone, hi, how are you doing? It’s Jess and Becks here and guess what? We finally said “fuck it” and made a blog. So grab a cuppa’ and a packet of biscuits and settle on in…

We’ve joked about doing this for a long time, but after an early 20s crisis, we hung some “fuck it” fairy lights on the wall in our living room, and here we are.

We thought this would be a good time to properly introduce ourselves, so here’s an interesting fact about us both.

Becks once crawled underneath a donkey, in a rare attempt to cure whooping cough. An old Irish remedy, she swears. Jess is allergic to bananas. This may seem like a slightly less exciting fact than Becks’, but its an honest reflection of our friendship.

We became best friends working in hospitality, just trying to make our way through uni. Like…

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My inner old lady…

JustJenny

Tonight I was stood in the chippy, minding my own business (for once), when I could feel to the left of me, someone staring at me.

Actually, staring was an understatement.

So I turned and looked and there with absolutely zero fucks and even less shame, was a chap old enough to be my Grandad, eyeing me up.

Was I dolled up like I was yesterday, in a frock as my Dad would comment & a bit of lippy.. no, I was looking like I’d just crawled out of bed a la scrubber styleeee.

“Want to come and have a butty with me?” Grandad quipped, “I’ll tell the wife to set another at the table love!”

Either I look like I need fattening up (which my hips, if they could speak would say, absolutely not fatty) or I’d just been hit on. I laughed, the chippy guys laughed and I…

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