‘Adventure’ Step 2:

So, this week wasn't as much of an 'adventure' (that will be my task for next week, so I have something to aim for!) as I went back to work, and it was just a step for me to get into a normal routine of this life I now have to live. I'd like to think, even though it wasn't a big one, I did make a step this week, and I've decided on 5 things I did this week that have helped me towards it.

• I wrote a cover letter by myself, and completed a job application!

This might not be a big deal to many of you, and I'm sure one day, it won't be a big deal to me either, it will just be something that I do. Maybe daily. (Lets hope not daily) But this week, for me, this is a definite step. For the first time I wrote a cover letter without making my (ex) boyfriend write a lot of it for me, I didn't constantly refer back to Guardian tips on writing effectively, and I wrote it all in one go. Okay, that last one is a lie, it may have taken me a few days, but the first two have to count for something! Things just sound better in threes...

• I baked! 

I have always wanted to be one of those girls who can just bake anything effortlessly, and just whips out perfectly fluffy and beautifully decorated cupcakes at any occasion, and to be brutally honest...it's something I really need to work on! I don't think I'm a natural baker, but I think a lot of this stems from my unbelief in myself (and my unwillingness to do it in front of other people, in case I go wrong). This week, I found a recipe that didn't require me to go shopping (no butter or eggs recipe!) and they turned out amazing! The icing needed more work but hey, one step at a time. Recipe HERE.

• I went to a Boxercise class (and literally, figuratively died.)

I have wanted to try boxing for exercise for months, and have never got round to it. There was a class really near where I live, so I decided to give it a go. I wore someone else's really smelly (like, really. Stale sweat smell is not the one) gloves, I did some boxing stances (I may suck at them right now, but I have faith that I will get there) and there was a lot of cardio (hence the dying). There was constant running, punching, situps, skipping and planking for almost an hour, and it was brutal, but when it was over, I felt amazing. I had muddled and forced my way through something really hard, which means I can do it again, and means if I'm determined, I can get through anything. (That's what I'm going to tell myself anyway.

• I had a pamper session.

This is something I very rarely make time for, being of the mind that if I have time to have a bath, I should be doing something else, but on Friday I woke up so unbelievably exhausted and mentally drained, that it was truly necessary. I had a Lush Bath Ballistic, a face mask, a good book, good music, I cleansed my face, had bubbles, and a lovely relax. Something I need to make more time for is just, time for myself. I don't always have to 'on,' even though it helps me forget how I'm feeling, sometimes it's important to just let yourself feel those feelings. Believe me, they flipping hurt, but they're going to hurt at some point, I have to work on not pushing them down so much that they almost explode. It's okay to have a cry, and it's okay to look after yourself.

• I cut off contact with my ex.

This was my biggest struggle of the week. Although I technically cut off contact the day after we broke up, I still had the (now unnamed) number in my recently called, and I knew that. So at the beginning of this week, I had broken, and I had texted him, and we were talking a bit. And I thought that was what I wanted. But it wasn't. You can never tell what something means to another person, and I realised that what was happening meant a lot more to me than it did to him, and it meant something in a different way. While I was getting my hopes up, to him we were just friends, something which I am not ready for, and something that I don't think I'm in the state to deal with now, I'm not in that place. So after a big conversation/argument, I did it. I deleted every single remnant of him on my phone, and it was so hard. I left a voicemail explaining how I felt, but I don't think you ever manage to say everything you want to. There is probably a lot more I could say to him, but that doesn't mean I should. Maybe it's always the case that there are words left unsaid, and words that are left that way for a reason. This is a massive step for me, as I struggle with letting things go, even things that are causing me pain, and although I still think of him a lot, I think I'm beginning to move forward.

This week may not seem as exciting, but I think any step is progress! Up that mountain we go!

Also if you want to see the list I have haphazardly put together of things I'm going do, check out the new page over there -----> (called 'The List.')