as we start the new year, its time to look forward at what i look to achieve in twenty twenty three. midnight for me, was under the table, with twelve grapes. every single superstition, good luck charm for a better year ahead.
so, this year its really simple, i am not dwelling on that was or wasn’t twenty twenty two. one relatively simple goal, although complex in reality, twelve countries in twelve months. what could possibly go wrong?
starting in gothenburg sweden in january, and copenhagen in february, i am determined to make this one stick. documented, and posted on my new ig page @waititswanderlust, i am hoping to inspire.
not sure if this marks the end, or the beginning – or if it just marks a change in my life. one thing i can say, is that change was needed. for quite some time, i haven’t been happy, as hard as that is to admit – its been harder to live with. does anyone ever get that feeling that everyone is living and you’re just existing? its quite the pill to swallow.
yes, quite a strange title to a blog post, acknowledged with thanks.
i can confirm that the title comes from the title of a book i was gifted this (last month). ‘the one minute manager meets the monkey’. now, you’re thinking that i was going to update you all on some out of the ordinary antics on a monthly basis – no this wasn’t the month i learnt how to read, although it was the first time i read a book cover to cover in years.. usually i get bored, and my attention takes me elsewhere.
i saw this stuck to a window as a boarded a train last year. accurate. very.
as twenty nineteen draws to a close, i sit here and can’t help but to reflect on the last three hundred and sixty five days that have gone by. as cliché as it sounds, its matter of fact. at the beginning of this year i apologised to the world for not being vocal and set my new years resolution to write more. this is my outlet for my thoughts, inspirations and even my frustrations. that said, i wrote nothing – well, actually i wrote a lot, but mainly drafted and never really got round to posting. i ask myself why? in all honesty i am not sure of that answer as of yet. there are times when i feel like talking and others when i don’t. this year was one of those times where i didn’t.
so realistically what has happened? well for starts a whole year passed within about five minutes and i cant really believe it. my last post i said that 2018 (was so tempted to write that out in full) was an amazing year for me and i wanted to bring that energy into 2019 with the manta of ‘self love is sanity not vanity’. i set out that i was going to find myself again and focus on me and my #insta basically. well i can say that i didn’t really do any of that.
my absence from the ‘blog world’ has been noted, and for that i am quite shocked – people do read what i have to say. it’s true – i haven’t been vocal, i’ve had somewhat of a mind blank when it comes to pen to paper, or keyboard to screen as it may be. 2018 started and rolled into an absolutely brilliant year for me. i talked in previous blog posts about what it was going to be the year of, it was the year of #f**kitmoments.
i have stepped into 2019 with a new mindset. after a challenging christmas season, both at work and in my personal life, i have come to the realisation that i need to look after number one. thats me. ‘self love is sanity not vanity’
it all started on november 9th – lights, decorations & mulled wine everywhere. in fact, mulled everything. welcome to manchester’s famous award winning christmas markets. offering mouth watering international food, drinks and delicately crafted yuletide gifts in the heart of this buzzing city. spreading across the centre, taking over spinningfields, alberts square, st. annes square as well as many side streets and meeting points. christmas has officially landed in manchester. go explore.
i recently celebrated a birthday, i say a birthday when i mean my own. i am officially in the late twenties club (if there is an actual club then my invite was lost in the post). what a better way to celebrate than to get my friends and head to my favourite city in all of the land. london.
there is something about the white bricks of kensington and chelsea, the hustle of the circle line and even bank tube station that i just love. i think one day i’ll end up living in the capital. hence the title, london calling.
its fair to say that i am quite the avid traveller. long haul, short haul and even city breaks. i’ve done them all this year, and will more than likely continue to do so. traveling the world and seeing new things is quite literally for me the reason for life. if i could just travel forever, you wouldn’t see me again. well you would – just not in one place for long.
a lot of travel means one thing – a lot of packing. something that i cannot stand to do. i used to be the most organised packer known to man, case out weeks before and outfits planned out to the day. i’ve given up on that now, i just don’t have the time! my breaks usually come after the most stressful time at work so are well needed and deserved. they usually mean finishing up at the office hours before flying or commuting – meaning it leaves me very little time to pack, organise or prepare. but this has allowed me to become pretty brilliant at last min organising! its simple really.
welcome back to my favourite time of the year, its what i talk about all the time! there is something about the leaves falling that inspires me and the reminds me of whats to come. i guess it starts the countdown to christmas. i know i have spoken about this before, but i am passionate about my love of the fall. everything autumnal makes me happy. not only is it scarf weather but its also birthday month, even if it does mean turning 28.
there are many things that remind me of season, whether it be the drop in temperature, the changing surroundings or even the television of choice. lets be realistic – autumn means strictly & the x factor! Continue reading “return of the fall.”→