All posts filed under: struggle

The Struggles Of Being Indecisive

Originally posted on LexiLife:
Hey Peeps! Before I get into this blog post, I just want to let you know that I’ve started to VLOG! I’m finally getting in front of a camera, taking you around with me (including holidays) and putting the voice behind the blog. Let’s hope you like my accent right? Feel free to head on over to my youtube channel where my first vlog is waiting for you. If you liked it, give it a thumbs up and even subscribe?! Who knew I’d be sounding exactly like everyone else on youtube. lol. I am an INCREDIBLY indecisive person most of the time. And it even annoys me. As I said in my previous post, I will not be giving up blogging so why not share some struggles I have daily when trying to make decisions! Let me know if anything sounds familiar… 1.Everything Takes FOREVER A quick shop in Tesco turns into 30 minutes of pure decisions. And that’s just in the reduced aisle. A trip into Superdrug leaves your hand full…

Time To Get Real | Sharing My Struggle

Originally posted on Polished by Amy:
Hey guys! I wanted to share this super personal post today as a therapeutic process for myself. I also want to share because I know there are so many people out there who can relate to my story. This story talks mainly about my struggle as a small business owner, entrepreneur, and a 23 year old trying to get on her own feet. You may have gone through some of the same things, or are even going through it now. Whether your difficulties may be financial, career, or family related, there is always a light at the end. These “low” moments in our life are nothing to be ashamed of and they often allow us to find what we really want out of ourselves, other people, and our lives in general. At 23 years old, this story I’m sharing today has to be the lowest point in my life. I am and always have been an extremely positive person no matter what happened in my life, and this period…

Illustrations Of Our Daily Struggles

Originally posted on Emily Bloor:
Last night I couldn’t sleep. It’s not like insomnia is a a new phenomenon, but for me it is. I usually sleep like a baby, or like my brother after a Friday night in the pub; you get my drift. But drift I did not, and it was horrendous. It would appear that I don’t have as much to worry about at the moment, since I quit my job, left the frantic insomniac that is London and moved to this sunny, slow-paced place to become a writer. But this is the very problem. I am now consumed by trivial worry; the ironic kind of worry that busy people don’t have the time for. Along with this new worry however, has come a solitude in simple things, and one of those things is sketching. I sketch day and night; through the entire Super Bowl, much to the delight of my man; and through my insomnia. But in Googling inspiration for my sketches (my drawing hand works at 3am, my brain does…

When Women Become Adults

Originally posted on Just another millennial living with her parents:
I’ll start by saying that the inspiration for writing this came to me when I read this article by The Atlantic, “When are you really an adult?” It’s on my mind a lot. After all, I live with my parents. Unfortunately, I think our culture gets it straight up wrong when it comes to women becoming adults. A gown up woman is what I need to be, or so I’ve heard. If I’m not actively dating anyone, it means I’ve eschewed marriage all together. I’m asexual. I would not be discussing this topic if people were not so damn presumptuous with me on the topic of getting married or having children. Maybe some sense in me a sign of struggle when they look at my tired eyes. The truth is, I am struggling. The difference between their perceptions and my own is that any time I’m “struggling,” it’s because I’m single. It’s like Sesame Street. S for struggle. S for single. They must go together,…

A Life Divided (Or, The Struggle Between Living Life and Thriving Life)

Originally posted on You Should See My Scars:
So, I have this problem and I bet a lot of you can relate.  The struggle is this: There are 2 me’s.  There is the Me I want to be, and the Me I don’t want to be….but somehow am so socially retarded that I can’t even be. Let me be more clear: THE ME I WANT TO BE: I have always wanted to make a huge impact in this world.  I have always wanted to have adventure, and love, and have my voice be heard.  I really want to try to change the way the world works because it just seems so shitty right now. THE ME I CANT EVEN BE BECAUSE IM SUCH A MESS: I want friends.  I want to have people to hang out with and to be able to sleep without laying in bed for 2 hours tossing and turning and thinking nonstop.  I want to understand what its like to have a social life. So heres what happens: I try to…

The 20-Something Struggle

Originally posted on Travellers:
My mother raised me to be a dreamer and my father imbued some dreams. She taught me about music, and freedom while he instilled security, and how to be a gentleman. From a young age I was torn in two. The world taught me that I could do anything I wanted if I put my mind to it. That it was my oyster. That success was easy for the strong. That tragedies happen in far away places. That America was great. That, that, th…. I don’t remember anymore. Society showed me a million people who put their minds to it, tried tried tried again, and then cried. Left with nothing but a heap of debt, habits, and shame. The internet first showed me the veiled parts of a woman’s body. Taught me all about the birds and the bees and then some. What were these feeling and how do I do this dance? Shit, I’m 10, I don’t know. Then I got a cell phone. Loneliness disappeared if I wanted it…

my daily struggle

Originally posted on Being Melohdee:
I don’t want to start off by being a negative Nancy , but I feel I must! Part 1: Story and Negatives. I am in the process of finding my passion in life to do something I really love where I can hopefully make some money doing it! It has taken me a while to realize that there is more to life than being stuck at a 9-6 and hating life while at it . I have realized that I am not “stuck”,I can be in control of what I can do to live a happier more fulfilling life. Now a little more on my past and current situation. I went to trade school to become an optician. I work at an optometry office where I am content with my optical duties. At the end of the day I feel my job is rewarding when I know that people can see better by my job of cutting lenses, adjusting frames for a better fit, or even giving a pair of…