It’s time to sort this blog out. Get it back to me.
In the last few weeks I’ve been really bothered by the way my blog looks and feels. It just doesn’t feel like the blog I started anymore.
I have this thing about organisation, and I think my blog should reflect who I am. I like to be able to find things easily, I like everything in its place. So now it’s time to sort this blog out and make it more “me”. After all, shouldn’t your blog reflect who you are as a person?
When I first started this blog I was a perfectionist. I’d edit my posts for ages to make sure they made proper sense and were written properly. I’d make sure the theme I chose was nice and simple. I guess I just wanted people to like the blog and actually communicate with me. That’s all.
So today it’s going to start to get back to me. A nice, basic theme. Adding in some excerpts to make the posts more accessible and some nice, simple categories to make the blog a lot easier to navigate.
I’ll let you all know when it’s perfected – although this probably won’t be until I come back from holiday because there is so much to do today!
A long day in hospital but a wonderful man to look after me.
Today I had to go in for my keyhole surgery to see if we can work out what’s going on with my body! Thankfully, I got a couple of answers so now I’m just relaxing at home to recover. Continue reading “Hospital Trips.”
A few pictures of the things that make me happy.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Today Was a Good Day.”
Okay, I tried to use the mesh thing the prompt was talking about, but the photos come out REALLY big and you can’t actually appreciate them. So I thought I’d just give you a selection of photos and just tell you what makes me happy.
Tea, the outdoors, my family, food, cosy rooms, home, my friends, fun, relaxing.
I lead a simple, yet fulfilling, life and I wouldn’t change it for anything or anyone.
I’d apologise, but sometimes we need to make time for our families.
To my body.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry about the amount of processed food you’re about to eat over the next few days. I’m sorry about the lack of exercise you’ll get to counteract it. I’m sorry about the tiredness you’ll feel.
At the same time though, I’m not sorry. I’m not sorry because my Granddad is here. I’m not sorry because my Granddad is treating me. I’m not sorry because I don’t know how long I have with my Granddad so I’m not wasting it feeling guilty.
I promise I’ll make it up to you when I hike and get you back into shape. Until then.
Originally posted on JPSSheehan:
I’d say I am new to the whole blogging world, but like most teens 5 years ago, I failed to establish a good tumblr. My names Joe and I’m 23. Not a teen or a kid I’m a man. A man with real world responsibilities, a real job and a loving…
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I’d say I am new to the whole blogging world, but like most teens 5 years ago, I failed to establish a good tumblr.
My names Joe and I’m 23. Not a teen or a kid I’m a man. A man with real world responsibilities, a real job and a loving fiance, We’ve recently just got our own place to live, after living with my parents for 3 years which had its up and downs. I’m a homely sort of person (who wouldn’t be if you’ve lived there for 22 years 6 months and 25 days) but when I say im homely I don’t mean that I’m a hermit. There is nothing wrong with being a hermit, some people like the comfort of being in doors. I partake in social activities like supporting my local sports club. I kid, I love my team but they will get their own post…
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It’s times like this I love the fact I have a camera in my phone.
A pretty photo I took thanks to the technology of smartphones.
Deciding to accept myself for who I am.
I’ve been fighting against myself for so long. I think it’s time to just accept who I am.
I want to be liked.
I get jealous sometimes.
My past is horrible.
I’m terrified of losing the ones I love.
I’ll never have the perfect body.
I’ll never get perfect marks.
I’ll always have spots, marks and blemishes.
If we don’t love ourselves how can we expect anyone else to love us? I’ve been lucky enough to find someone who accepts me for me and now it’s time for me to do the same for myself.