Here's the thing...

Here's the thing.  I have encouraged a few people to follow their dreams and their passions and they have been thankful for it as it has turned out for them.  I know this as they have told me that they are grateful for encouraging them (I'm not being cocky this time ;P).  But here's the thing.  I don't follow my own advice.  I start by pursuing my dreams and then something inside of me clicks and I freak out and back away from these plans that I have started to create and become excited about.  I'm a HUGE believer in following the dreams and passions that are placed deep inside of you - I believe that they're there for a reason and you'll regret it if you don't chase after them.  But see, this seems to only apply to other people at the moment.  I'm not listening to my own advice.  I'm in limbo at the moment because I keep changing my mind and backing out of things.  Over the past couple of months, plans have changed so much that... that... I don't really know what I want anymore!  I used to be the person who knew what I wanted all the time and was following my dreams.... but now? I freak myself out all the time and run away back home.  Someone wanna help?  Raise you hand for answering my big life questions... 

life is hard.  Gah. Stupid hardness...

Sophie

Mr. Perfect...

... doesn't exist.

Sorry ladies! That knight in shining armour is not going to come riding in on a valiant stallion and sweep you off your feet.  Nope, it ain't going to happen.  Now before you start thinking 'Boy, is she cynical about love!' I would like to share a bit about myself.  I have been (and probably still am at heart) a hopeless romantic most of my life.  I have dreamed about the day that I will meet the man I will marry and spend the rest of my life with and trust me I have thought of every possibility of the way that we could meet.  Trust me.  I have thought of EVERYTHING.  I have written the list of what my perfect man (not boy) will be and I have dreamed of all the romantic gestures that he will do for me while we are dating, engaged and married.  But reality, for some reason, has hit me this week.  They guy that we want and dream of is probably not real.  Granted there are a one or two guys out there who feel like they have stepped out of the movies (I know of one at least, but he's taken sorry!) but honestly, who would want to live with perfection every day?

Right let's bring this back to where I was intending to take it.  Over the past couple of days I have been thinking about how we are constantly impressing a perfect image onto guys.  We have created this image of perfection, that isn't realistic but somehow believe that it is achievable.  How is this projection of perfection helping not only us but the guys in our life?  I don't think it is.  Now, I don't think it is completely our fault for creating this perfect image, I think the general media industry has A LOT to answer for.  But that calls for a whole other rant!

We have created this illusion that perfection is the ideal, but wouldn't that get boring?  We, the female species, needs to realise that the perfection that we often strive after in relationships and in males, isn't reality.    It doesn't hurt to get to know the guy that everyone calls weird or the one who always sits by himself, who knows - the one who has been labelled an 'outcast' by society might just be 'perfect' for you...

Have a good night!
Sophie
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P.S.  When I typed 'Mr Perfect into Google, this is the man that came up - Curt Henning

So It's Been A While...

The last time I wrote here I was saying goodbye to last year and was about to move onto my next stage of life.  To say the least, a lot has changed.

Right.  The beginning is always a good place to start.

So I left off saying goodbye to Intermission and the Hostel, the two main factors to last year.  With a mix bag of emotions I went home for a couple of days after the Intermission retreat and then 'officially' moved to Auckland on Sunday the 18th of November.  HOWEVER.  Things didn't go the way to plan, like most things in life.  As soon as I moved up there, things started going downhill for me.  Work wasn't giving me enough hours for me to survive, I was having horrible job interviews, I was being rejected for full time jobs, and I was struggling emotionally and spiritually about everything.  I felt like I wasn't ready to move out of home and I hadn't given myself time to breathe.  I started thinking about the possibility of moving home and getting out of Auckland and to cut out a lot of crying and to cut a long story short, I was offered a full time job at the local supermarket in the Deli and I moved home.  Most people I talked to were hesitant for me to move home as it was such a rushed decision, but honestly, after living here for a couple of  months now, it was the best decision for me.  The fact that I put myself first in the decision was the best thing to do.  I'm glad I'm home and I'm really enjoying working in a kitchen and fresh food environment.

Right.  You now know about the Auckland disaster now.  I can cross that off my list of things to do.  I'm going to do my best of keeping this updated regularly.  You should keep your eyes peeled for an announcement in the coming months.  I can't say anything just yet due to several factors, but I will scream about this thing from the rooftops when I am at liberty to.  Just stick with me ok?

I need to go and get ready for work now...
Until Next Time!
Sophie
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