Pushing through it

Last week I was all gung-ho about feeling the fear and doing it anyway and this week…well this week isn’t going so great. 

Don’t get me wrong, my life is no longer on hold and I’m still working on and doing the things that I was talking about but this past week has been harder than I was expecting.

Last night I wrote a blog post that I’m not sure will ever see the light of day. Although I have made a deal to leave it for a while and then see how I feel on re-reading it. Who knows, maybe the act of writing it alone will prove to be enough for me.

Feel the fear and do it anyway!

It has been a strange month, there’s been good days and bad days, but despite my best laid plans I’ve been letting the bad days dwell on me more than I probably should considering the good days actually outnumbered them.

Family and friends have been really supportive, something I’ll always be grateful for, but, me being me, I tend to get over reliant on others at times like this. Everyone needs a support system around them, I don’t deny that, but there’s a difference between accepting help when you truly need and becoming dependent on others to get you through even the simplest of things. It’s a fine line and one that I’m very close to crossing so it’s time for a change.

Public displays of affection

Reading this post over on F is for… got me thinking about public displays of affection and they’re not something I normally give much thought to.

It’s not something that bothers me; gay, straight, trans, bisexual, or none of these, I’m unlikely to pay attention to whose hand you’re holding or mouth you’re kissing. Unless you’re actually standing in my way in the street or sitting in front of me in the cinema and distracting me from the movie then my view is do whatever makes you happy with whoever makes you happy (as long as you realise you’re in public obviously). Even then you can continue to do as you please but be prepared for me to ask you to move out of my way first.

The weirdest week

It kinda crept up on me and, suddenly, hit me full force across the head all at the same time. It’s possible that there were little signs that I didn’t pick up on, actually if I’m being honest then I definitely missed a sign or two but the first I realised anything was really wrong was when the floaty feeling reared its head on Monday morning.

It’s like I’m in the corner of the room watching everything that happens, both, around me and to me but I’m not inside my own head enough to be in real control of any of it.

 

I hate the word closure, but…

There’s no two ways about it, the first time you see your ex after the break up is bound to be all kinds of awkward. You can plan it out in your head a million times over but it’s never gonna play out like that.

Maybe it would have been different if we’d arranged to meet up instead of unexpectedly bumping into each other in this city that is too damn small at times but seeing her really knocked me for six. Just as an aside, we had originally arranged to see each other shortly after she moved home but at the last minute we both realised, separately, that we weren’t ready to face each other yet so it didn’t happen.

My brain is at it again!

Put me in front of a group of strangers, give me a set topic and I’ll talk the hind legs off a donkey with no problem at all. Place me in front of the same group without something specific to talk about and I’ll probably mutter and mumble for fifteen minutes before being able to make any sense at all. It’ll take another while before I actually relax and feel like myself. 

I don’t fare much better with individual people either, I’m the same gibbering wreck for a good half an hour or so. It’s a rare occurrence that I meet someone and instantly feel comfortable around them which, I guess, makes it all the nicer when it does happen.

Breaking Up is Hard to Do

Break ups are hard and strange as it sounds this is something I’ve only realised within the past month. What makes things even harder to get my head around is the fact that technically the break up happened last summer.

You know the score, or maybe you don’t, a relationship that starts out great falls victim to a change in circumstance and you realise that it’s not going to last the distance (figuratively and literally). Breaking up before any resentment crept in and someone got hurt seemed like the best idea so we parted ways.

Things were a little weird, at first, but it really didn’t seem like a major deal at the time. Months passed, life threw some other issues at me and that prompted my ex to get in touch to see how I was doing. From this phone call grew a new friendship, it was different than it had been before (obviously) but, to us, it seemed perfectly normal.

Once again life entered the mix and over the course of phone, text and email conversations I realised I was pinning and was clearly still in love with her. So, you know, there was that!

After much thought and deliberation I decided it was best to know one way or the other if we had a shot (bearing in mind she was still living out of the country which was the original catalyst in our split). It back fired big time, she wasn’t impressed at all. 

This is where things started to get really messy, simply being friends wasn’t an option for me and I needed to cut all contact and at least try and move on. Having agreed to this, I was then bombarded by phone messages and emails from her which really didn’t help matters at all.

Asking her to stop didn’t work, nor did ignoring her and hoping she’d go away. In the end I had to ask a mutual friend to have a word. Whatever he said, it seemed to do the trick and I made the decision to look onwards again.

This Week I’ve Been Reading #2

It’s time for another round up of blog posts that have caught my eye, I’ve discovered loads of new blogs this week so this is gonna be a long one.
 
Sunday:
 
 
Fiona Hanley writes a guest post about #TwitterJokeTrial over on Jack of Kent.
 
Queenofthecouch wonders when it became acceptable to teach young girls that boys show their interest in them my teasing, hitting etc. – You Didn’t Thank Me For Punching You in the Face. *Just a heads up that this post contains swear words, don’t say I didn’t warn you!*
 
Love is a Plague over on It Only Encourages Them. Cynical? Yes! But worth a read anyway.
 
Monday:
 
Derek treats us to his version of Tom Wait’s ‘Martha’. It’s his best cover yet!
 
Abigail Rieley writes about the arrest of a witness in a rape trial and a wider problem – A Matter of Respect.
 
 
Girlwiththeskew-earring has a different take on Valentine’s nails.
 
BritishBeautyBlogger reminds us of the dangers of Fake Make Up.
 
Leanne Woodfull shows us some photos from her shoot with David Mushegain.
 
 
Tuesday:
 
CherrySue appears on Beaut.ie with a Valentine’s Nail How-To.
 
 
 
Reclaim the Voice treats us to something beautiful, for the day that’s in it – Is It.
 
Wednesday:
 
Over on Beaut.ie, Lorraine is all about red lipstick.
 
Staying with Beaut.ie they introduced Emma as a new contributor and her first post was all about liquid, gel and cream blush.
 
 
Shameless plug time, I wrote a guest post over on It Only Encourages Them about Equal Rights and Adoption.
 
Thursday:
 
Gay Writer? Or a Writer who Happens to be Gay?Sean P. Farley wonders if the distinction actually matters.
 
Over on Fash Mob, Rosemary Mac Cabe shares her modern rules of dating.


Dee over at Viva Adonis has the lowdown on what’s what when it comes to La Roche-Posay’s Effaclar range.


Jennie talks about what to do when your heart isn’t always in strictly blogging about beauty anymore, you don’t say goodbye, you just change things up a little.


The Life and Times of Chantelle features a guest post by Chantelle’s friend Kate, all about being diagnosed with and coming to terms with Lupus.
 
Friday:


Migraine and how you don’t need to suffer are the topic of the day over on Beaut.ie.


For her latest Inspired by Literature post Jessica talks about Jane Austen and make up inspiration.

Enjoy! And don’t forget to let me know what your favourite blog post of the week has been in the comments below.