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Goals For The Year 2015

Not resolutions, as that to me sounds like “after all else has failed” or “this is what it has come to”. It may not be the true meaning, but for me it’s how it feels.
I like goals, a goal is something you strive towards and in most cases get excited about accomplishing. So my goals for 2015 will be met. They will be!

So, Kirsten, this is for you:


–Learn To Drive! (And save for your test/car/insurance)

–Get Healthier (eg- stop eating f'ing gluten when you’re allergic to it!)

–Plan My Future (apply for a course even if it is part time, you need to get yourself back into education! Start slowly of you need to. PS- just saying but this would be a lot easier if you could drive first)

–Be More Aware (read more, write more and this will only better you and help you towards your above goal of education. See what I’m doing, I’m HELPING you here.)

–Be More Sociable (I know that you
find this difficult but if you don’t force yourself to try then you are going to lose even more friends than you already have. Anxiety will pass but there will come a point when loneliness will not and that you will wish that you weren’t so happy being by yourself in your twenties.

–Explore More (you are in your mother f'ing twenties. Explore. Adventure. Enjoy!)

Christmas Cheer, Volunteers?

Before I start, this post is my own: ‘kirstenlovestea’, it wasn’t copied from anywhere else, although I am sure it has been done before and thought of by some of you.

I have seen an alarming increase of homeless people these past few weeks. Normally I would walk right past them but lately every time I see a man or a woman sitting in the street begging for money I start to think of their story. How they got there. What they had done or not done in their lives. Had they been born into poverty? Gone to college or university? Do they have any relatives? Someone, somewhere must care or once have cared about them. Surely.
Sometimes the answer lies in their dilated pupils or the stench of their breath, the needle scars on their arms or the empty six pack laying beside them. Others however, are much more complex. Something terrible may have happened to them and we wouldn’t even know it, because we don’t take the time to listen or learn or think.
They have a story, and maybe, possibly, it is worth hearing.
Some people are there by choice; although they may not see it that way, others are there because they have been forced out, because they have nowhere else to go and because no one will spread kindness their way.
Will you? Will I?
I’m 'gonna try!

Christmas cheer, volunteers?
Care packages. Some soap, a washcloth, plasters, a toothbrush. Simple things. Some bottled water, a sandwich, some crisps, and energy bar. Some spare change. All wrapped up nicely in some Christmas paper, it could make someone’s day, or not. But, if I was in their position, it would make mine. Because it shows that you care.
This all sounds so cheesy but it will work, it will happen.

I am going to save a few pounds each week to put it towards this. I want to. It will make me feel better, and hopefully them too.

Help me? Please?