Why You Don’t Always Need To Be The Girl That Gets The Guy

If you know me, you’ll know that I love to strut around preaching about being single in your early 20s, the importance of focusing on yourself and general independent womanhood. What you may not know, however, is that I am also the girl that wonders why he hasn’t text her back, painstakingly picks apart old messages, and sometimes feels overwhelmingly alone.

55 Thoughts Of A Reluctant Runner

1. Tomorrow I’m going to exercise. I’m going to set my alarm, get up early, go for a run and then feel AMAZING all day.
2. Nothing will deter me from this plan, nothing.
3. OH MY GOD IT’S 8AM, WHY DID I SET MY ALARM SO EARLY? *Snooze*

Six Stages of An Emotional Hangover

1. The Euphoria

MORNING! Oh my god… I don’t feel hungover AT ALL! #winning. Last night was so much fun! I made so many great life decisions! I can’t believe how great I feel! Well done Beth, you were obviously so sensible last night, so proud. I couldn’t be happier!

2. The Wobble

Hmm, not feeling so great now. Is it acceptable that I’m crying for no reason? 

The Female Stereotype; Restrictive or Inspirational?

My sister text me last night to let me know she had bumped into my friends ex boyfriend and to ask, “Why did they break up again? Can’t remember if we hate him?”. I mean, I know guys can pee standing up and don’t have periods blah blah, but there is something about female solidarity, as demonstrated by my sister, that is just so great. If you screw over our friend, we hate you. If you screw over our sister’s friend’s uni-roomate’s cousin, we hate you. 

Another Day, Another Blunder

So just incase you’ve ever said anything awkward at a job interview, I made a great impression in my job interview the other day to make you feel slightly better about yours.

So Beth, why do you think you want to go into marketing?

“Well when I was younger I used to have this big plastic box of animals and I used to play with them for, like, five hours at a time… (oh shit, what am I doing?! Why am I talking about my animal box, shall I just keep going…?)… and my mum could leave me alone for so long because I would just be having the best time making up stories and creating plot twists and who even knows what else… (ok, ok, wrap it up… wrap it up, Beth).. and yeah, I was a weird child.” – this was me trying to demonstrate that I am an intelligent, creative individual… 

Post-Uni-Freak-Out Mantras

Okay so we’re leaving uni and everything is going to be absolutely fine and I’m going to get a killer apartment in London overlooking the Thames with all of my best friends and we’re all going to be so successful and young and free and ALIVE.

Except I don’t know what I’m going to do with my life. And it’s about to get very real.

Well, shit.

Assuming we’re all freaking the f*ck out about leaving uni and trying to start life (unless you’re one of those people that already have it all figured out, in which case, we can’t be friends), I have compiled a list of mantras to help me through my 20s (cue bicep emoji to indicate that #igotthisshit).