I’ve never been the most high maintenance girl. Don’t get me wrong, I love getting dolled up for a night out with my girls! But, usually, i’m a roll out of bed, into the shower and out the house kinda girl. Basically, my hair gets ignored. So when RUSH invited me to come visit their new Salon at Wimbledon Village, I could hardly say No!
I must admit, I’ve never thought RUSH would be a salon I’d visit. I always used to assume that chain hairdressers tended to be “not as good”. I mean, I have no idea where this belief came from (maybe because I usually always go to someone independent) but I’ve never been compelled to visit. Needless to say, my experience has totally changed my mind! In fact I’ve already re-booked for a cut and colour before my best friends wedding. 😉
Upon arrival, I was firstly taken aback by how beautiful the place was. I mean seriously, it was so damn pretty (to match how damn pretty Wimbledon Village is by the way. If you have never visited then GO!). Chandeliers and mirrors everywhere, plus bowls of free chocolate (Lindor. My fave. I had to resist SO HARD!)
Uh-Oh Lads, She’s on another dating rant… A bit personal again. I mean I don’t know why i do this to myself but GAH OK. ENJOY.
Are you ready kids? Turn off the lights, grab a cup of cocoa and listen closely, because I am about to tell you a horror story about a girl who was…
DUN DUN DUN…
Who remembers that feeling of being completely carefree? For me, it casts me back to being a child. My greatest worry was about whether my friends would be free to go and play in the park after school, or whether I’d get that Barbie house that i ADORED from Father Christmas this year. Life’s intricacies were not yet formed in a world of colouring in, potato smiley faces and grazed knees.
So yesterday, on 22nd March 2017, after a day of watching threatening headlines unfold, and uncensored images fill my timeline, I found myself huddled under a blanket watching Cinderella. I’m 25 years of age, and my initial knee-jerk reaction was to bury myself into a fairytale to escape from the reality of what was happening. Because escape from reality was all my childhood was about, pretending to be princesses or wizards and fleeing life’s “hardships” through play. It’s only now, as I feel that I really start to head into adulthood, that I realise that part of being a “grown up” is how we learn to face the realities of what life presents to us.
For those of you out there who were fearing that I had fallen into a deep dark blogging abyss never to resurface, you were partially correct. As per usual, I like to go through a little mini crisis about my blog every couple of months where I doubt everything I write, put down every idea I have and therefore DON’T WRITE ANYTHING. And the more I think about not writing, the more I decided I should probably write about WHY that’s happening. Because this isn’t just something that impacts my blog, but impacts my daily life as well. So, we’re going to get a little personal on the blog today. Here goes.
As the title states, I believe that I Am My Own Worst Enemy. And why is this I hear you ask? Because I let Judge Kayleigh take control 70% of the time. And recently, she’s being very, very noisy in my head right now. And who is Judge Kayleigh? Ultimately, she’s that voice telling me No. She’s a voice of resistance, judging me, and making decisions about who I am for doing certain things, before I’ve even done them. And she certainly doesn’t just exist for me. I’m pretty sure that most of us have someone banging the gavel in our brains, telling us we’re useless, telling us we should feel guilty or simply stopping us from doing things we want to try. We all have a different name for this voice, and for some it is louder than for others. But on this present day, Judge Kayleigh is really being very loud.