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If you don’t have Instagram, Twitter, Tumblr or simply live under a rock, you may not have taken any notice of the movement, captioned by the hashtag #BelieveInYourSlay. The first time I saw it, I was inwardly annoyed. I thought “great, another venue for people to flaunt their good looks and squash my self-esteem even more.” If you look at what the hashtag involves, sure, you’ll be greeted by some selfies from both men and women but as I started to fully understand what was going on, it dawned on me that it’s not about the selfies and the tweets, it’s about the message behind the selfies. The message that preaches of the slayage.

Before we continue, everyone has to be brought up to speed: do we all know what slay means? There are 3 definitions that I personally agree with:

  1. Slay (verb) – to annihilate an individual with one’s fabulosity.
  2. Slay (verb, informal) – greatly impress or amuse someone 1.
  3. Slay (verb) – to kick ass, to dominate something 2.

Look at yourself, think long and hard, look at the definitions, think again then ask yourself: are you slaying? Are you believing in your slay?

The ability to harness one’s slayage doesn’t just happen, not to me. Before you can slay, you have to have self-confidence, self-belief and self-worth. You have to see yourself as the best thing since sliced bread because you are. Whether you realise it or not, the world is a different place because you exist. You are someone’s child, first of all. You are someone’s brother/sister, friend, confidante, boyfriend/girlfriend, husband/wife, mother/father, soulmate, potential soulmate. Without you, someone/something may not exist, I hope you realise this. Our very presences are chain reactions within themselves. So firstly, understand that you are worth the slay.

Now, you have to believe in yourself in order to slay. I had my first driving lesson last week Wednesday, if you didn’t already know since I’ve been screaming it from the virtual rooftops. All day, I had been buzzing with excitement and feeling totally pumped and ready to join this oh so cool cult of drivers. 4 o’clock struck, I saw my instructor waiting outside my house and I almost felt like I was going to have an anxiety attack. I mean, I thought I knew a bit about cars beforehand, I knew there was a brake and an accelerator and a steering wheel, but just seeing that car waiting for me eroded everything I thought I knew for a few moments. My instructor rode us to a quiet side road, told me to sit in the driver’s seat (which was nerve-wracking in itself), gave me the cockpit drill and told me to drive. And guys, I drove. I drove for about 40 minutes, I didn’t kill anyone, I didn’t stall (even though I don’t think you can stall automatic cars but whatever), I didn’t give anyone whiplash, it was a moderate success. If I didn’t snap out of it and believe that I could slay the hell out of that lesson, I would probably be riding the bus for the rest of my life.

Last but certainly not least, you have to approach the slay with confidence. From mid-October 2013 to early February 2014, I didn’t take one selfie. I don’t care what anyone says, selfies are displays of self-love but it demands confidence in the bucketloads. You have to look at yourself with pride and say “damn, don’t I look amazeballs? I should bless someone with a picture of myself just because.” That is what it is. It’s not a matter of cockiness because that is narcissism and ain’t nobody got time for that. But, you have to see yourself as beautiful which I wasn’t feeling in that time period. Hey, it happens. You have to overcome in order to grow. I’m still growing and forever overcoming but now I do it with love for myself, first and foremost.

The slay depends on no one else but yourself, never leave something as immense as your slayage to be determined by the way others perceive you. Let your slay apply to every nook and cranny of your existence: that exam, that problem, that girl you want to ask out, that guy you want to talk to, that bully who you want to show who’s boss, the future that seems so bleak, the past that seems to have a tight grip on you, everything. Slay it all. This isn’t a matter of metaphorical thirst, this is all about loving yourself. When you love yourself, your light shines brighter. You become a beacon, a force to be reckoned with. Who doesn’t want to kick ass?

If it helps, don’t see it as a movement, see it as an improvement on yourself. Before you know, we’ll all be believing in our slays and boom, the world is a better place already.

Kudos to the curators of this incredibly necessary slogan, @heauxjabi, @PeachesLenoir, @SnatchedXO and SnatchedXO.com (which is live from 31/01/2015). Look what these ladies have started!

Believe, guys. Believe in your damn slay.

Song of the Week: Childish Gambino – The Palisades (Feat. Christian Rich) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uW_ysmivrFU This is the song I want to fall in love to despite the fact the chorus literally says “love don’t really happen”, oh well.

Quote of the Week

"It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop." - Confucius

“It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.” – Confucius

Georgina ❤

References because I’m scared shitless by plagiarism, welp:

1. http://www.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/english/slay (Accessed 10:28pm 21/01/2015)

2. http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=slay (Accessed 10:20pm 21/01/2015)

A Series of (Un)Fortunate Events

Fun fact: did you know it takes 6 weeks for a habit to form (my brother told me this so it must be true)? I’m bringing this up because this is the 6th post = 6th week of posting therefore you and I should have developed a habit: me posting every Monday and you coming back every Monday to read! But… come to think of it, I think you have to carry out the almost-habit every day for 6 weeks in order for the habit to form… never mind.

Just to clarify, I don’t write the actual posts on blog day. I write them as the week goes by and somehow, there always seems to be a general theme that crops up in almost every single one of those seven days. This week, the theme was really prominent but I wanted you guys to see how my “emotions” about said theme changed. It’s pretty magical. Here we go:

Tuesday: 6 weeks in and I’m already feeling suicidal. By suicidal, I mean in terms of my university life but in the academic aspect of it all. Not my life life, if you catch my drift. I truly felt like I was going to hurl myself off the nearest cliff today because nothing made sense. Lectures are one thing but actually applying that stuff is another thing. Has a lecturer ever stood over you and asked you to think of the biggest number you could think of and the first thing that came to mind was the number 10? I mean, what? The biggest number isn’t even a number, it’s a word (or a symbol if you’re fancy), it is infinity. I felt so inadequate, so small. The weight of that lecturer’s PhD was literally weighing down my soul, I swear. I felt like £27,000 was being flushed down the metaphorical toilet of wasted opportunities because there was no way I was going to make anything above a pass (which is 40%) and there was no way I was going to get a job with this noose of a degree around my neck and there was no way in hell that I could survive another day on this course. There is something about your lecturer looking you in the eye that completely disarms you. It doesn’t help if the know-it-alls surrounding you are spewing the answers out like they are simply expelling carbon dioxide from their lungs. I am just in above my head. And since we’re on the topic of life, in a way, I want to talk about the personal bit of life too. I wish I had a little more freedom. Now, I don’t want to be that girl going out every other night, shouting “squad” on Snapchat with a bunch of people I barely even know, waking up with a hangover from hell next to someone I don’t even know. No. But damn, can I live a little? I want to live alone, I want to be independent and all that jazz. But, in all honesty, I like knowing that when I come home from a crippling day at the office (haha), my mum has made dinner, I don’t have any flatmates who will piss me off even more than I already am and I’ll be surrounded by people who actually care about how my day went and who won’t ostracise me if I don’t want to partake in any of their gang-banging activities for the evening. It’s a big catch-22 (I don’t think that is the right contextual use of the phrase but I’ve been dying to use it so just act like it makes perfect sense).

Wednesday-Thursday: laying low, sleeping late, waking up early, as you do.

Friday Afternoon: So, I think I’ve found the answer to all my questions. The answer lies in Pharmacology. It is basically my course but a whole less chemistry and maths with a lot more biology. Where has this course been all my life? I am actually stoked about this, I feel like this will help me out and make my life a lot easier. Nothing is actually straightforward, so it seems. Everything is changing.

Friday Night: I ran the idea by my parents. Rather enthusiastically, they told me to really really really think about sticking with the course I am studying now. My dad gave me a nugget of wisdom that I will carry in my mind forever: “nothing in life is easy. If anything is actually easy, there’s a problem.” And boy, does that make me reconsider my whole existence. I want to have a bright future and I want to succeed and I just realised that I don’t want to be a cop-out. I don’t want to be a giver-upper. I need to realise that the tools for me to overcome the obstacles I face are within me. The only thing I need to do is continue to thank God for putting all these people in my life who keep tapping me on my shoulder saying “yoo-hoo, you’re going this way, girlfriend.”

And that, my friends, is how my problem was solved. Told you it was cool.

Mini Rant of the Week: I’ve been an iPhone user and Apple worshipper for like, ever, but I finally jumped off that train and got myself a Samsung. The phone is pretty amazing but it’s so big and because it’s so big, I’m losing my grammatical accuracy. I’m one of those annoying people who text with full words (with the occasional use of WTF, WTH, LOL, LMAO, TTYL and LMFAO) and proper punctuation including actual full stops at the end of each sentence. People know me for this. I was texting an old friend on the day I got my phone and they actually said “The only Georgina I know remembers to put full stops at the end of every sentence so this can’t be her.” It’s practically my trademark. So it makes my blood boil knowing that I physically cannot get my fingers to press that full stop button without feeling like I’m going to fracture a ligament in my thumb or something. Stress.

Song of the Week: I couldn’t bring myself to choose one song for this week because I’ve (re)discovered some good music in the oddest places (thanks, Shazam) so here’s a List of Mismatched Songs for the Week:

Lividup – Disclosure (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xRYQ9lecKi8)

All I Need – Mediate (https://soundcloud.com/mediatemusic/all-i-need-1)

Resonance Feat. Talay Riley – Luvbug (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEfYMcmIils)

U KNOW – Prince (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GeHDFWKWjAE)

Ordinary People – John Legend (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PIh07c_P4hc)

This Head I Hold – Electric Guest (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nVSiwMVaKe4)

Quote of the Week: My dad’s nugget of wisdom (see main post)

Georgina x

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.