For the past hour or so I have been feeling an urge to write; an impulse in which I don’t entirely know what I want to write about. It was eating away at me so I just had to pick up my phone and let the words come to me freely. And here I am.
Since I started blogging, I have fell away from writing in my journal, which I have religiously kept up to date ever since I attended primary school. I’m extremely annoyed at myself for become so dispirited about frequently writing in my journal. There are so many things that I want to get off my chest that I just don’t feel like I can do on here – on my blog. I would love to. Of course, there is always that doubt and worry that someone will judge me or dislike me for being too honest or saying the wrong thing. I guess it is something that many writers often think about. In this day and age, people seem to get offended over the slightest thing, in my life (around certain people) I sometimes feel like I am walking on eggshells. What if I say the wrong thing? What if someone takes to heart what I am trying to say? I didn’t mean for that to come across that way… I find myself thinking before I speak a lot these days. It’s natural to me now. Whereas, in my journal, it’s not like that. I can be as candid and as brutally honest as I want; I am able to be 100% true to myself. Since I started blogging (which I am absolutely loving, by the way) I have fell away from writing in my journal. The reason why I am mentioning this now is because sometimes I have to admit to myself there is a problem and then I will take action. Not writing in my journal IS a problem – my journal is a part of who I am – I must make it a priority that I fill it out, at least once a day, just to keep it up to date. I think I am bottling up too much nowadays.
For the people who regularly read my blog, I would like to share with you what my day consisted of as I know many of you are actually interested in knowing this (which is totally surprising to me – but also very heartening). I woke up at 06:20am and was totally infuriated because there was something in my eyeball that was as annoying as nails scratching on a chalkboard – it was awful. I tried everything to try and get whatever it was out; it just would not budge! At 10am I went out to meet my friend, Megan, so that we could go to the gym together (and still, this aggravating thing was in my eye, causing it to water quite a bit). Eventually it must have just came out by itself – one minute it was uncomfortable and the next minute I just felt so relieved. Thank goodness! The only other thing I can imagine that is as bad as having something unknown and irritating in your eyeball is probably standing on a plug, would you agree? Moving swiftly onwards, Megan and I made our way into the gym where we worked out together for almost 3 hours; we didn’t even notice it had been that long – we were totally in the zone and time just flew in – it’s true what they say ‘Time flies when you are having fun’.
After almost three productive hours at the gym I made my way home and had a relaxing soak in the bath, followed by reading a book in my pyjamas. It was truly bliss. I must admit, going to the gym is working wonders for me, it really lifts my mood and helps me forget about all of the things that are bothering me for a couple of hours. It’s very therapeutic and doing me the world of good.
There wasn’t exactly anything in particular I wanted to blog about tonight, I just wanted to write, as I said, on an impulse and let you all know how my day went. I’m still wearing the waist trainer and I will keep you up to date with that if I notice any changes at all or if I have any new opinions or thoughts on it. Apart from that, have a lovely weekend!