Blowing up life - Starting Backwards

How does one blow up their life?

I don’t want to say covid, but it certainly didn’t help.

Let’s rewind – December 2019.

I was backpacking around Europe knowing I was having too much fun & I was staying in every hostel London had to offer searching for making a new life, one I could be proud of myself for.

I developed a cough, a fever and a runny nose and this was not a cough I had ever had before.

No one could explain it, just that it was viral and I needed to be in a room alone for two weeks.

Sound familiar?

February 2020 was becoming a shit storm in Europe; I was living off one cheeseburger a day and was so stubborn I flew home just in time for the pandemic to hit and borders to close.

I had spent the 8 years prior to my European adventure doing contract roles and was ready to settle down, be a big girl and get a real job as everyone had told me to.

Being 29, I had an arrogancy that comes with working for major banks, national leading insurance companies and pretty much thinking I was hotter than the sun in the job realm – no one had such an impressive resume (self-proclaimed, of course).

But then a pandemic wiped that smug smile off my face, and I started working for a company that a friend got me the role.

I did everything in my power to show that I was worth the chance and was working my way from the ground up.

To cut a long story short - I took a role that i thought i could conform and five years at the same company i ended up being talked down by ferry staff trying to kill myself on the way to work.

Something had to change.

so, i walked out, middle of a cost-of-living crisis, a year after a major relationship ended and with nothing really to go to.

This blog will kind of be a healing, hilarious journal as to past present and future and how not to stress the small stuff.