Thirty Minus Five Years Old

Thirty Minus Five Years Old

Whoohoo! Birthdays are the very best aren’t they? Well, they are, when you’re four years old, and you have a party the next day with all the cool kids you’ve invited and you know there’ll be cake and presents and party packs! Oh how fun birthdays were when we were younger.

Birthday Tangled

Well, those were simpler times. Now though, we have expectations and often times those expectations are not met. Also, now the thought of growing a year older isn’t as appealing as it was when we were younger. Because now, with age comes a whole lot of extra things that we don’t really want, but they’ll come anyway because well, they’re just like that.

So this year, I’m turning twenty five, whoop! And I’m not that petrified. Yes, I can no longer sing ‘I don’t know about you, but I’m turning twenty two’ and quite frankly, I couldn’t sing that song for the past two years, so I think I’ll manage haha. Because as wonderful as it was to have birthday parties at four years old, and even at twenty two, it’s so much better, in a whole new, exhilaratingly terrifying way when you get older.

Birthday Party

There’s something exciting about figuring out your life in your twenties, learning how to budget properly, saving religiously every month and making the tough choice between that adorable polka dot skirt, a Ken Follet book you haven’t read (I can’t believe there are so many) and then well, having food for the rest of the month. And let’s not even mention the love life situation. But with the stress of everyday life, comes a freedom that you smily do not have at four years old. You decide what it is you’re going to do about the condition of your life. After all, it’s just circumstantial, right? Most of the time, you think about your life and go hey, I’m here, this sucks, let’s order some cocktails shall we?!

Birthday Dean

Because at the end of the day, we will look back to these days and count them as the ‘simpler times’ and I don’t want to look back in regret and think that I should’ve enjoyed it more. I don’t want to think that I’ve wasted my twenties being a stick in the mud and not actually playing in the mud. I feel like I say this often, but it’s so important to enjoy where we are at the point we’re at in our lives. Yes, things could be better, but they could also be a hell of a lot worse. So even though I’m not over the moon excited for my birthday tomorrow, it is a big day (yay quarter century!) and I will sum up the courage to be excited about it.

Birthday Lily

We’re so used to having everything together, and when they’re not held together, we start to panic. But this is what life does though, the minute you think you’ve got it figured out, it comes and pulls the rug out from beneath your feet. And when you’re lying there, with your head on the ground and a pain in your butt , take a moment to appreciate what you have in your life. The people who stand beside you and support you and the fact that you’re better off than 70% of the world, is a pretty good thing to be thankful for 🙂

So yay to unconventional birthdays!

Love and The Anticipation of Calorie Free Birthday Cake,

Rochelle xx

Cherry Lips & Crystal Skies

Cherry Lips & Crystal Skies

Crystal Skies

To the dismay of many around me, I’ve fallen in love with Tay Swizzle’s latest album. I’m not the biggest fan of pop music, one or two cool hits on the radio and I’m like ‘Yay! This is great, let’s move on’. But this album has got me singing it at work, on the bus, at the gym… It’s just the best.

I’ve received lots of flack for my current obsession, with people saying many mean things about this person who has written many amazing titles and who is doing really well for herself. What it has taught me though, was that I can love who ever the hell I want to love. I can have this huge, obsession with Taylor and not care if it irks even the best of people around me, because it’s not for them, it’s for me. I was going through a bit of a rough patch when I started listening to the album, and yes… It speaks about break-ups… a lot. But it’s so catchy and well-written and the instrumentation astounds me because when you listen to the one-hit-wonders, you don’t pay attention to the cowbell sequence in the bridge because, why would you? Listening to the album made me excited about life and being in my mid twenties (25 is slowly approaching) and it made me question the things in my life that I’m not happy with.

This is a lot to take away from a 59 minute album, but it’s the best 59 minutes and I know it will leave me in the best mood for days to follow. I say this all the time, but guys, life is too short to be putting up with crap.

i cant

It was Father’s Day on Sunday and a dear friend of mine, who passed away last year, would’ve celebrated his first Father’s Day, but didn’t because well, you can’t celebrate Father’s Day if you’re not alive. And it got me thinking, what are we doing if we’re not enjoying what we’re doing? Yes yes, I know, that got way too real way too soon… But I uh, yeah… I haven’t posted in a while so yay!

Maybe it’s the quarter life crisis approaching? Or it’s just me facing the harsh reality that you set the standard for what you want in your life. You set the standard for the way you want people to treat you. Trust me, this can be a bit tougher than what you’d like, but it is. Remember the friend who broke my heart? Well. I’ve decided to put it all behind me and give him another chance. Boy did that open up a can of sour worms! So now, I’m playing the balancing act of choosing to be a decent human being and not allow people’s insecurities and damagedness (that’s not a real word) to enter my life, because I just want to save everybody. And let me tell you, those who are damaged, will always be damaged. We’re all damaged and if we keep people out solely based on their damagedness (again, not a real word. Although, damageableness is a word… but it’s not applicable to my sentence. It could be… but no.), no one would be friends with anybody, ever.

To an extent I think we’ve become experts at hiding our damagedness (this should seriously be a word), because you know, “Darling I’m A Nightmare Dressed Like a Daydream”. We’ve become so used to putting our best feet forward all day everyday. Hiding the bags under our eyes, covering up the nagging spot that showed up out of nowhere, straightening our beautiful natural curls because you know, straight hair don’t care. Well, I actually do care.


I care that the way I feel about myself, my body and my beauty routine shouldn’t be determined by what someone else things is beautiful or ‘on point’. Because if it’s not ‘on point’ to me, then who the hell gives a flying fcuk?

So. Here is is. Be happy, Be you, Be free. Don’t allow people, even with the best of intentions to dictate what you should/ shouldn’t be doing with your life. Be the person you want to be and don’t allow someone else’s standards of beauty, family, career or love be applied to your life because they are not the ones who have to deal with the consequences, you are.

So go forth and be your lovely,wonderfully amazing self 🙂


Love and banana bran muffins,

Rochelle Joy xx