Last year, I hit a “life wall”. I think a year into working full time I suddenly realised my life had become: i) waiting for Friday, ii) waiting for pay days, iii) waiting for annual leave, iv) waiting for bank holidays. I quickly felt zapped of all motivation – time was passing by and not much was seeming to come of it. Around that time, I also lost a ton of motivation for my blog and for social media, and to be honest, I came close to quitting entirely. It happens. Recently, I hit a wall with my health & fitness. I’ve been working out now since July 2017, I started with home workouts for ~6 months and the shock of my body experiencing any form of physical activity meant I saw changes to my body (and my mind) really, really quickly. Over time, I kept making tweaks here and there: drinking more water, cutting down red meats, cutting down sugars, doing more HIIT. These changes kept things interesting and meant that progress continued and it continued really fast. Recently however, nothing seemed to be changing. I was still loving the gym and definitely being more fluid with it, but I did feel like I needed a little extra push to “level up”.
When I was around 17 years old or so myself and a friend decided that we were perpetually single. Throughout my childhood I’d see my friends and the people around me in and out of “relationships” (if you can even call it that), whereas the most I could muster up was a 24-hour “relationship” with one dude in year 7 which ended because I didn’t want to have to commit to putting his name in my MSN status and well, because I wasn’t allowed to have a “boyfriend” anyway. Fast forward 6 years later and I just couldn’t fathom the fact that I still had never had a boyfriend. 17 and still single?! That sh*t sounded hella crazy to me. So a friend and I coined ourselves “single and sad”, then spent at least an hour each time we met up talking about what we were doing to make ourselves tragically single. Oh – did I mention – I was 17…?