Try not to let growing up ruin my perspective on life.

I’m going to live it up. Forever. No more tightwad me.

I really had this all wrong!Growing up is the best thing ever!! As long as I accept my grown up responsibilities I can have any perspective I want—it’s mine, I create it. I have been avoiding growing up and all that has left me with was fear.

life can just really bite you on the arse some days can’t it?

curious concept I think.

My perspective on life is as follows:

Life is short, take the chances, grab the oppurtunities and run with it, as long as you don’t intentionally hurt anyone in the process, but then sometimes you can’t help that. Thats very sad, but really when reality bites what do you do?

So after having a rather weird life to date, doing things I’m glad I did and some I wish I had never and having people leave in one way or another and wishing there were things I had done differently I have finally learned a lesson…

You are a long time dead.

This has been shockingly hard. People let you down, they act like arseholes and the expect to be thanked for it? jeez give me break.

My perspective of life is simple, I take full responsibility for everything I do, maybe its as a consequence of the nursing, I don’t know, but if I fuck up I certainly won’t whine about it afterwards, I apologise, and I MOVE ON.

therein lies the answer, acceptance, reflection, continuance.

You live and you learn, there is no other way.

This seems really hard today.

I’m sure it’ll pass, I hope.

I am just really overwhelmed right now—I am trying to do too many things at once and I don’t feel very good so everything I do seems much more arduous than it should. I sat at my accountants and almost cried I just couldn’t believe how much grown-up stuff there is to deal with!!!! I am being a bit of a baby about it right now and haven’t yet come to terms with everything I have to do and understand. I know how lucky I am but I am just not coping very well right now. I must not have been a pretty sight because my accountant gave me a copy of “The Road Less Traveled” and suggested I read it.

I just sat out on the doorstep in the rain, in my PJ’s.

I just stared at the hills opposite my house and watched.

I suppose you had to be there. It was gorgeous.

Is a bit more serious for me. It occured to me, whilst sitting on the beach, in the wind and rain, that life truly is what you make it. Yeah, ok, you can sit around and sulk, you can make the best of what you have…

I have always believed that my sense of wonder in new things is a good thing, I have been told otherwise.

I’m not bowing to pressure.