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Plot Twist: It Doesn’t Go As Planned

So last week’s post hit home with a lot of you guys which I’m super happy about. It’s good to know that there are a lot of people in the same boat as me when it comes to matters of the heart.
However, my number one fan (you know who you are) gave me some solid, ground-shatteringly good advice that I can’t help but share: “stop looking for love.”

It seems like a no-brainer but you’d be surprised at how unconsciously I do just that. Now, I’m not parading the corridors of my university with a banner screaming “I’m single. Take me now” but I fantasise (in the clean way, obviously). I daydream a lot about what my future holds and who it will contain and how my mystery man will look and how many kids we’ll have and all that stuff. Such daydreaming is healthy, I guess, but not to the point where almost any eligible bachelor is scrutinised heavily and then you mentally score him out of 10, depending on how close he matches up to your mind’s idea of “this is who you will spend your life with”. I’m guilty of this. I do it every day but I’m going to have to take up this advice because of another one of those clichéd taglines that inevitably affect us all: nothing goes as planned!

Honesty hour, I didn’t want to study pharmaceutical science. I’d always wanted to be a dental hygienist. Actually no, I wanted to be a dentist. Well, I wanted to be a doctor. Really, my first dream job ever was to be a singer but that ship sailed pretty quickly, naturally. With a dental-orientated career path in mind, I planned everything out and it all had to go to plan or else I was doomed. But hey, sh*t happens. You can’t be left holding on to a dream that obviously isn’t going to happen because it simply isn’t going to happen.

So, you improvise. You work with what you have.

I’m kind of adopting the “going with the flow” mentality because it doesn’t set me up for failure. I’ve come to truly appreciate people who say they don’t know what they want to do or who they want to be because it’s okay to not know. It’s okay to not have your life mapped out. I used to think such people didn’t want to live a good life but they turned out to be doing the smartest thing ever: they could never truly feel disappointment because they didn’t set themselves up for it. It’s good to have goals, don’t get me wrong, but I think it’s a lot healthier to not set your judgement on whether you’ve failed in life on whether you attain these goals or not. Right now, I don’t know what job I can get with my degree, I don’t know what type of life I’ll live after university, I don’t even know if I’ll end up with this particular degree, I’m trying not to think about who I’ll end up with and quite frankly, I’m not that worried. When I reach those hurdles, I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to get my leg over it.

I just want you to know that life is not what it seems, it is not as clear cut as you hope. So, if it does all seem like a mess and you don’t know what to do next, just let it be. Let what you are so hell-bent on controlling be. Everything happens for a reason and there’s a reason for your life taking an odd left on the highway of it all. Ride with the tide and you’ll be amazed at where it takes you.

To end this amazingly inspirational blog post, here’s a quote from the flawlessly flawless Beyoncé: “Enjoy your life, it’s short. And that’s the message.”

Mini Rant of the Week – This is going to sound rude but oh well: why does inspiration always seem to hit certain people in Starbucks? Why? Why does it so conveniently hit those writers that are sat, perfectly poised at the coveted window seat with their MacBook Airs’, notebooks sprawled with messy notes and of course, the Starbucks mug covered in lipstick stains just so you know they’ve been there for a while. I don’t understand it. It’s like the ultimate writer’s cliché. Are the employees at Starbucks instructed to sprinkle something in the air that attacks people who are armed and ready with their laptops in their bags? It irritates me. It makes me feel that some of the integrity of writing is lost because people will automatically think you came up with your total gem of written gold in the window seat at Starbucks with a MacBook Air in front of you.
And before you ask, this little explosion hit me on the train… just after I’d left Starbucks.

Song of the Week – I’ve been replaying the On The Run Tour version of Beyoncé’s “Countdown” for the past 7 days. It’s too damn good.

Quote of the Week – see main blog post.

And So It Begins…

Hi there 🙂

I already sound like I’m trying to sell you something, oh well.

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That’s me, the summer of 2014 in Amsterdam (it was amazeballs). I don’t usually look that put together, trust me. I’m a hot mess half the time.

I’m first of all a citizen of the world but I am British by birth, Nigerian by blood and a healthy mix at heart. I’m currently an 18 year old.

I’ve always wanted to blog as I love to write. I find inspiration in the oddest things but lately, I’ve been suffering from the world’s worst case of writer’s block. Ironically, I figured the best cure for my yearlong mental seizure would be to make a blog but I wanted it to be special and meaningful. The only way I could think of making it special was by publishing my first post on my first day of university. So original, right?

University – to me – is pretty much one of the biggest steps I will ever take in life, along with moving out, getting married, my first job related to my career and so on. I want this blog to be like a gift from present me to future me. I want to look back and see some kind of development in myself or something along those lines. However, I’m already not enjoying this whole university experience: I’m staying at home (one of the biggest bummers I could ever attribute with university life. Ever.) And the general population of my class are just beyond what I had hoped to be amongst (Hint: I think there are only 5 black people in a class of almost 150) but luckily for me, I can mingle with almost any pringle so it’s all hakuna… for now.

I keep a diary but there was something that keeping a personal diary didn’t offer compared to making a blog – I couldn’t share it with people. Now, when I say people, I mean people of the world, people I wouldn’t readily have the opportunity to speak to on a daily basis. The internet is a powerful thing: it brings people together and boom, you’ve started a discussion. Do you know how crazy social media is? How insane it is that people on a social platform are partly responsible for groups of people coming together and becoming friends? God knows how many times I’ve met people who watch the same YouTubers as me and how many friendships have blossomed based on that alone. Also, keeping a blog means I have to commit to it: I can go for weeks without writing anything in my diary but by making this blog, I have to be consistent because hey, I hope people actually read this thing and come back to read again!

So, starting from today, the 29th of September 2014, I solemnly swear to publish a blog post once a week, every week. I will commit, I will persevere no matter how busy I claim to be, how many views I get or how insignificant my life may seem at the time. So help me, God.

This blog will be personal, it will be heartfelt and most likely emotional but I want it to be real. I will rant, I might swear, I hope I won’t name-drop or slut-shame anyone but most of all, I will say it all. I hope by the time I reach a certain stage in my life (not sure about what this stage is yet), I’ll be able to look back on this post and say I have touched people and I have started a discussion with the world and it’ll all be worthwhile.

Until next week!

Love, Georgina x

P.S. I will have little “add-ons” with each blog post and I’d like to start with my song of the week and my quote of the week. I might add more as time goes on but this is all I’ve got for now!

Song of the Week – Papaoutai (Pentatonix Cover): it’s amazeballs, trust me. (YouTube link – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hgFRkBeJBGY)

Quote of the Week – “i am mine. before i am anyone else’s.” – in