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Seriously, my loves. I am deflated, depleted and over everything if I be honest with you. I feel like I’ve been working 14 hours a day every day for months and I am just not getting anywhere. After being told too many times that I am over emotional. I now no longer want to be emotional about any one or anything. If I could lock away and not have any contact with anyone for 6 months, I can honestly say that I would take that offer up because I have had enough. I’ve had enough of backstabbers (there have been a few over the last few months). I am tired of having to fake it with them. Some I have blocked and deleted because they was fake AF and smiled in my face, pretending to be my friend, or a supporter when they were slyly wanting the worst for me.
Do you ever wake-up and look in the mirror and realise that you’re no-where where you imagined you’d be? This has happened to me every single day since last Tuesday but today it feels more heavy than ever. It isn’t all bad…. I am rebranding Women Who Slay, I know my blog can grow and I am prepared to put in the work but at the same time, redundancy is around the corner, I am battling to clear debts I incurred after the closure of my online magazine and I feel deeply overwhelmed and very very stressed. So here’s a little life update……
I have been excited to write this blog post for a while but have been exhausted as I have recently taken on a second job. (More details will be revealed over time and in a separate blog) However, I bounced out of bed this Sunday morning and decided to get this post written as I am excited to share that my blog has been listed at No.51 for the top lifestyle blog in the UK. To say I a proud is an understatement. Where blogging is concerned, I have been writing blog posts since 2009 and have tried during this time to get my blog listed; however it has always failed to be selected.
This is my first post of 2023 and we are already 8 days in. As excited as I have been about this year (please don’t ask me why I am excited, it just feels a little different to last year.) I still have a few hangups that I need to get off my chest before the year OFFICALLY begins on here.
I love blogging and have loved it for a very long time but the last few weeks have been tough. Instagram is a battle. You spend so much time putting out quality content and it’s so hard to get people to engage with you. Don’t get me wrong, I have some amazing supporters who always engage with my content and believe me; I appreciate that. But, out of nearly 5k followers, you do struggle with the idea that only 100+ ever like it.
That takes me onto the subject of this post. As much as I love being in my 30’s and I honestly do mean that. I have found that on my numerous hours of reflections (and I mean numerous hours!) I have found that there are a few things that if I could go back I would do a LOT differently. As much as I try my best not to have any regrets (which is pretty impossible to be fair) I have pondered on what life would have been like; had I had a different perspective in my 20’s .
For over 4 years, I have been subjected to a barrage of vulgar abuse, vile rumours and harassment from my neighbour next door. This harassment has been in full view of my entire street. A street with 22 houses along it, 11 either side.
I know. It’s been over two months since I committed myself to coming on here and writing a post. This time around though; the delay hasn’t been caused by my not being interested, or motivated. In fact I’ve had a massive amount of both of those things recently. It’s more because my life is more busy now than it was before lock down.