Stick the kettle on, it’s me again!
First of all, I just want to say thank you so much to everyone who’s sent me a little message, followed my Instagram/blog or just generally been lovely and supportive. For me, this is as scary as running naked through a high school reunion. I feel very exposed. And with every word of encouragement I feel more and more confident. So thanks again you little babes!
Little side note: Despite the name, I didn’t think of going with a picture of me with my favourite brew cups but it may now just be a thing. I have an unintentional back log. I just really fucking love tea. (This was MY cup when I was growing up. Childhood besties)
Getting back to business, today I want to talk about the power of kindness. And personal growth (no fat jokes here please!).
Everywhere you look recently, there is just ugliness and hate. Whether it’s politics, the area you live, the bloody news… it’s all a bit much. No wonder people are bloomin miserable and struggling every day.
Naturally, I’m going straight to the social media discussion!
Everyone has someone that they absolutely can’t stand. They might never even talk to them but the mere site of them, a picture on Instagram, a status on Facebook and you get instant rage? Not saying it’s right but you all totally just thought of someone, ha! Well what do we actually get from that? Why have this negativity to someone who has zero impact on your life. Are they hurt by your dislike? Of course they aren’t, you don’t even matter to them. So why waste valuable energy that can be put in to love for yourself or people around you who actually contribute something to your life!!!
And I hate when people say you are fake for lifting others up. They may say you are being two faced for speaking to people you’ve maybe said stupid and mostly incorrect comments on. I say sod your alleged fakeness, maybe we are just trying to become better people and give a compliment or two along the way!
Earlier this year when I put on my struggle with my stupid ol’ brain, I had the most unlikely people reach out to me to make sure I was ok. They didn’t have to do that. They didn’t have to take a few minutes out of the day to tell someone they went to school with 8 years ago that it will be okay, but they did. And I will be forever grateful and will take a lesson from it.
Now I absolutely love building other women up. When I see a picture on instagram and your lashes look good on it, you can bet your bottom dollar I’ll be telling you. Great hair day? Fire emojis all day long. It’s bloody beautiful. Because when people do it to me it makes me feel special. That someone might notice. We all know it feels even better when it’s a shit picture too ha!
What I’m saying is, what takes 1 minute out of your day will make someones day sparkle a little more. This all sounds very superficial, but when you know that not everyone is out there laughing at the things you put on your social media (totally guilty… but you know, journey to being a better person n all that shit) and they are actually rooting for you the world instantly gets easier. You have back up, you have love and someone who hasn’t even spoken to you for years is one of your cheerleaders. That’s pretty bloody special, isn’t it?
So my mini mission for myself is to see the beauty in things before I see the ugly. I challenge you to do the same, and hopefully the days will become a bit brighter.
Thanks for humouring me, I know it’s not too cheery of a post & it doesn’t even make sense. I promise to not allllllways be an incoherent, miserable bitch. Just like 90% of the time 🙂
Beth x
P.S. I know this one was really shit and not very funny, but please come back for my next post. I promise to get better! I feel a little ‘celebrating the beautiful women in my life’ awaiting to be typed. And to the most beautiful girl who I drunkenly read my half finished post to in a taxi on the way to see the Blossoms… I think it might feature you x