BLOG: In defence of change

Change has always been good to me, even if it takes a while sometimes, and I feel like it gets a hard time (even in the revolutionary month of January). On the eve of a new job, I've got that nervous tummy ache that's reminded me just how great change can be. 

I love the adrenaline and fear of it, like you're hanging on the edge of a gigantic roller coaster drop. In the midst of trying not to convince yourself you've just heard a screw pop out, you hold on tight and plummet to the floor. Just as everything turns to pitch black (and your face gets a little damp...), you soar up from the earth screaming your guts out. I like roller coasters, okay. 

My point really, is that things tend to get a bit scary before they get amazing again. 

When I was 18, I ditched my plans to go to uni and moved to a different city with a new master plan. The end goal was the same - qualify as a journalist - but everything in between me and the end result was different. Thankfully, it was the best decision I ever made. 

By 19, I two new cities down and thoroughly petrified. 

By 20, I'd checked 'living in London' off the bucket list and had myself another new batch of people to win over. Now, 24 (keeping up?), I've moved jobs for a bunch of different reasons - to improve my prospects or seize terrifying opportunities, to better my living situation or to risk everything I've worked for. 

It doesn't always feel like it's paying off, either. With social media the way it's become, the grass always seems greener. And it goes way beyond work...

Hair, clothes, favourite coffee shops, supermarkets, your go-to font (S/O Calibri) ... they're all interchangeable habits that go a little way to refreshing your daily routine. Changing how you feel about yourself doesn't always come so easy, in my experience, but changing the people around you is a good place to start.

This really is a nothing blog post, written to occupy my time between washing my hair and watching the darts... But if 'change' was a person, I'd like to give it big squeeze and say, 'here we go again, please be nice to me!'

I think we're all doing just fine. 

P.s. You can't change the past though, so maybe just get over it. 

*peace up, a-town down*

P.s pt2. If you're reading this because we work in some capacity together, I'm still writing for the same fabulous freelance publications as long as they'll have me.