I have a terrible tendency, despite all my posts on this blog, to completely do the opposite of what I suggest as advice. I fail at cutting out people that make my life harder, I struggle with going with the flow in relationships and I really suck at adjusting to change.
I feel like a bit of a hypocrite.
However, for the first time in my life I actually decided to do the right thing. Very recently I found myself in a surreal situation: I was torn between two decisions: to mess up everything good in my life in a failing bid to fulfil a dream that died long ago, or to walk away – head held high. So I walked away.
Everyone has given good, sensible, logical advice that they know damn well they wouldn’t be able to take themselves, if in the same situation. Whether it be with idiot boyfriends or bizarre situations, actually taking your own advice sometimes is the hardest thing of all. It is by far the hardest pill to swallow.
it’s a simple matter of perspective. It’s hard to be your own adviser because you’re too close to your own problems, and so your emotions are more likely to cloud your judgement. It’s much easier to identify the most rational option, on the other hand, when you’ve got an outsider’s vantage point.
Without trying to sound too cryptic or cringey, I am in a place in my life where I am exceptionally happy: I feel like the luckiest girl as I have a fantastic job, a great house with the best housemates in London, amazing friends, a beautiful family, and a gorgeous boyfriend that makes me feel the best I have felt in a long time.
Why jeopardise any of that?
So I am glad: I am glad that amongst all the craziness of London life, with all the change that has happened, despite being faced with a situation where for a split second I wondered the possibility of a different outcome, I’m glad that I have finally started to take my own advice.
