Operation Transfer Girl

As I am one "have a great day!" Spotify playlist and a borrowed vape away from having my daily breakdowns, the familiar bittersweet feeling of burnout starts to fill my lungs again. I must be short fused you say, I just had 3 months of no work but that ain't this easy. Partly, it had made it even worse. While being on furlough with high functioning depression did its damage, I also managed to recharge a lot. I didn't know I will start caring again so much about work, it's not like I planned it this way, okay? But I do. And caring about something you convinced yourself to let go, putting your 110% effort in before giving it all up is quite frankly 1. exhausting 2. unappreciated 3. stupid. But I guess I have never been the smart one.

Alright, I have a confession to make. I have become one of those people. I have a day planner. And I take it with me. Everywhere. If you are wondering what is that one item I keep in my bag all the time, then now you know, it is my academic diary. I did, in fact, leave my purse at home the other day accidentally, but not the diary. If you call me to arrange a meeting with me, I would be quoting Tilly from Miranda (the show), and you would hear " bare with " at least three times, while I grab my planner from my bag. If you ask me about my availability by text, I might as well just send you a picture of the questionable week. But without a diary, how would I know, which job to turn up to, or if my training starts at 15 or 30 past. Or if it is the kind of lecture you can turn up to hangover, or in pyjamas. Or both. I mark the dates when student finance comes in, with the amount and a smiley face, and mark the days of rent with the amount and a big-big sad face. I write ...

Stop being a worrier and be a f*cking warrior. You will thank me. Kind regards, Lilla

...Who we trust to rescue us from the fire  but would question twice when they hand over a beverage. ... Akiben megbízunk, hogy kiment az égő házból, de kétszer meggondoljuk, hogy mit rakott az italunkba.

Sometimes I am worried I might be schizophrenic . But then I just tell myself there is nothing wrong with us . ***

I will cook chicken soup for one - said no one ever . ///////////////////////////////////////////////// Pipileves egy személyre... Na persze, jó vicc!

Pole. Annual. Stage. Charity. 2015. Christmas. Dance. Showcase. People. Music. Video. Enjoy. Here. Fenti linken található legutóbbi rúdtánc fellépésem videója. Remélem, tetszeni fog! Mooo:)

Things I have one too many of to admit... Cow-y objects Mugs Tights Pink dresses Cow socks Teabags Silicone phone cases Training shorts Branded pens Moo.