Where have you been girl?

Okay so I have been MIA on here for a few months. Honestly life has just given me one big kick in my ever growing ass! (F U Covid).

Really though I have dropped the ball on my blog.

I started the "blogger life" at the end of May. I honestly have no idea what propelled me to write, a tiny voice said "just go for it".

Now those that know me know I am notorious for starting a project or business and after a few short month giving up because I never believe my ideas or any work I do is good enough. EVER!

Let me give you a little taste!

After I had my second Ellie, I got heavy into the gym and dabbled in the competition world. I thought I could sew competition suits. I spent a bunch of money on fabric, got the business licence, created a space in my basement, cut the patterns and after all that never produced a god damn single suit. The only thing I felt I did right was the name SUIT IT UP. Kinda thought it had a little ring to it.

After that?

Hair salon in my basement. ( and yes I was certified calm down Karen.)

I spent a bunch of money to buy everything I needed, new flooring, new plumbing for the sink, chair, products. I probably lasted about 6 months and gave up because I never believed I could master a bob.

Ooo I have one more for ya! If your bored now is the time to bail out. If you're not Im glad you're here for my self loathing.

I created a business called RAW. I made bath salt and bath bombs infused with essential oils. I even had it in a store and I still didn't believe I was enough. Again a ton of money spent with absolutely nothing to show but failure.

There has been dare I say 5 more business and I gave up on those too.

Anyways Im sure you can all see where this is headed.

I was going to give up on my blog. I would scroll through other bloggers posts and think ~wow they really know how to talk about organizing that fridge. I could never do that.( please tell me you caught that dry humour) but I am serious.

Even my Instagram, like what the hell am I even doing?

Who the hell wants to read what I have to say?

I'm not perfect, I swear way to much, I fucking love shooters and to much Prosecco and I have a dirty sense of humour (my mind is always in the gutter).

The bottom line is I am so fucking tired of comparing myself to everyone else. I'm so tired of worrying if " someone else can do it better". I'm tired of holding back on who I really am and scared of what "might be".

I'm not giving up this time. I'm going to take a chance on myself. I'm not going to change who I am or how I feel about things. So buckle up bitches, and send me all the love because this girl is going to need a whole lot of it.

xo