How To Get Over The Shit You Can’t Change

I don’t believe in time. It’s a distrustful thing that boggles my mind and makes no sense in my soul. In the (almost) eight years I’ve lived in Australia, I’ve never been able to get my head around the idea of the time difference and my UK friends and family are regularly woken obnoxiously in the middle of the night by the shrill sound of an overseas ringtone. I’ve stopped apologising for it and just accept my mistake when they abruptly hang up on me having established there is no emergency other than my brain “doing an Emily”.

How To Stop People Pleasing

It is some time in 2015 at 2:34AM exactly and I am making 173 cookies.

173 gluten fucking free cookies mind you.

As the whir of the fan oven and the glare from the overhead halogen light bulbs obnoxiously remind me that I am indeed awake and this is not a nightmare, I wonder how the hell I got myself into this in the first place.

Why did the word ‘yes’ come out my mouth when really I meant ‘no’?

No Sharon I won’t make you 173 gluten free cookies for your Goddamn wedding reception. I don’t have the time, the money or the energy and frankly I’m not sure if we’d even be friends if it weren’t for the fact that we are thrown together on a daily basis because of our jobs.”

But no, little old people pleaser over here went and said “yes, sure thing, for tomorrow? No problem.”

How To Have Better Friendships

There are many things that I am rubbish at in this life. Here are some of them:

  • Cooking.
  • Sports. All of them.
  • Remembering to get the washing out of the washing machine.
  • Being cold.
  • Speaking quietly.
  • Using public transport.
  • Opening a pack of biscuits and not eating all of them in one go.
  • Grocery shopping (see #1)

The list goes on and the older I get, the cooler I am with it. But there are also many things I am good at. And relationships is one of those things. The quality of our lives is determined by the quality of our relationships. Think about it. You can have all the money in the world, the perfect body and total time and financial freedom.

Authenticity

Authenticity.

I use the word a lot but honestly, I’m not really sure what it means.

 

Let’s be straight-up honest here. Even if I’m being inauthentic, I can still be authentically inauthentic, can’t I? 

Keep thinking about it. Let yourself loop like a Hola Hoop (it’s a type of British crisp – Google it!)

 

Let me put it this way.

Say you go on holiday to Bali and purchase a pair of faux Ray Ban’s (because what else do you buy in Bali?).

Are they inauthentic (fake)?

Yes.

{What? They’re not real?? But they say Ray Bali on them… Oh… wait…}

But paradoxically, aren’t they also AUTHENTIC fakes?

A Month ago…

A month ago, I was running on the sand like a knob-head and buggered my ankle. I never run on sand and I don’t quite know what possessed me to do it. But I did. And now my ankle hurts.

I hobbled around for 3 weeks and then gave all of my money to an Osteopath and even though I can now jog short distances, I’m still using my recovering ankle as an excuse to jump in an Uber for even the shortest of trips (no shame!).

Last night, I jumped into the front seat of my Uber to travel 4 blocks (I told you, no shame) and started chatting away to the driver *insert standard Uber chat here*.

As we turned to take the route I had specifically asked not to take, Mr Uber Driver asked me the simplest question I have ever been asked.

He turned his head and looked me straight in the eye (eyes on the road buddy!) and said “are you enjoying your life?”.

When was the last time you had your nails done?

Do you ever get those moments when you look at someone and think to yourself, “I love this person.
But right now I’d quite like to pick up my chair and hit them in the face with it.” ???
Come on now, we’ve all had those moments, just admit it. Those we love the most can often
frustrate us the most. (Also just so you know, I’ve never actually hit anyone in the face with a chair).
But this is how my mate Nicola was feeling towards me last week at our fortnightly trip to local the
nail bar. (it’s our thing)
I was tired, exhausted (great company Em!) and utterly incapable of making a decision about my nail
colour.
It was getting pretty frustrating for all involved.
To be fair, I wanted to hit myself in the face with a chair.