Lessons in being yourself

 

Who are you? I mean really. I feel like that question is posed to me almost daily, though not in as many words - hence the lack of quotation marks.Instead, it's the way life presents itself, and in the you react to it. In those small moments, often tiny intracies which are between the lines of our existence does the way we really are become exposed.

These things, of course, are nearly impossible to change, often only visible in sparks of emotion which are instant and finite; which, whilst slightly worrying, is quite comforting. We're constantly told to be ourselves, that the only people worth knowing would be the ones who love us the way we are.

So why is it that I try so hard to please everyone I meet?

 

Whether it's at work, waiting for the bus or hastily vacating a booked train seat following apprehensive glares, I am desperate for people to like me. Something which I know, of course, is an impossible task, not to mention exhausting. Going beyond the regular 'just trying to be a genuinely nice person' to 'shit, did my smile look fake when I passed them in the corridor? Must talk to them at lunch to make sure we're ok'. 

 

So how do we become comfortable in ourselves? Is it purely based on what everyone else thinks?
For me, no. I think once you stop doubting yourself so much and start to trust the choices you make, you can begin to really be yourself. Whilst I'm lucky enough to be at that stage with the people closest to me, I need to understand that to reaching that point with everyone would be an impossible task. And one that I don't need to undertake.

I really need to take a lesson from the Georgia in the photos above. Effortless, carefree and not feeling like I need to be someone I'm not. Something which is harder than we'd like to think.

Photos c/o the amazing will.fm

Rosegal (literally)

Rose Velvet Midi Dress

Colourblock turtleneck

 So apparently it's February. How on earth we have got to the second month of 2017 is beyond me, especially with all that's going on in the world - I would comment further, but I feel politics may be outside the remit of this happy-go-lucky blog. 

Anyway, frostbitten days and existential matters mean I am in dire need of a little brightness. Something that adds a touch of colour to wardrobe. I've gone on relentlessly about how I've tried to step out of my bat cave of black clothing, and I'd like to think injecting a little orange or pink to an outfit provides that little lift which my morning mood so desperately needs. (That and the La la land soundtrack. Honestly.)

These little gems are both from Rosegal and I am most certainly smitten. Given the month, I feel that my new found love is rather apt.

Which is your favourite item (and do you have any valentine's plans)?

xxx