Today felt like a new
Autumn
Brisk and intrigued
A crisp, fresh breeze
A whisper of
Winter in the air
That chill, the dew
Pursed on my lips
That promise of
Crunched leaves underfoot
Today felt like a new
Autumn
An autumn with a new
Golden path to begin upon.
head, pounding
screen, glaring
glasses, sliding
fingers, typing
words, appearing
backspace, clicking
pauses, lengthening
blood, bumping
breath, holding
why?
writing, happening.
We all have a plan for our lives, whether it’s short term; ‘lose five pounds’, or long term; ‘I want to have a career in XYZ by the time I’m 30’. We all also know, that life likes to get in the way of our plans.
#goals graphic, created with Fotor by @melissaholden94
My original life plan (at 16) was as follows:
…And that was effectively all I wanted from life.
Then, at 18, this was my plan:
I did well on some points, and not so well on others.
At 20, my plan looked a little like this:
20-year-old Me was ambitious and didn’t plan for other people to affect her life plan. I had to move back home to be close to an ill family member. I had to leave all my uni friends behind and get a job in Bluewater.
What I also didn’t expect, was to have graduated my Bachelor’s degree, moved back to the home town I hate, and fall in love with my new ‘supposed-to-be-for-six-months’ job. I ended up with a good, stable job in optics, and didn’t follow the plan. I didn’t start my Master’s degree in October. Instead, I was doing training at work to improve my skill set.
I ended up with a good, stable job in optics, and didn’t follow the plan. I didn’t start my Master’s degree in October. Instead, I was doing training at work to improve my skill set. I also, 2 years in, ended up being promoted to a Team Leader position, and am loving it.
I also didn’t move in with my best friend, because she moved back home to be close to her family, and to look after herself – cannot argue with that, really.
Now, at 22 (nearly 23), my plan looks more like this:
Perhaps some of those are loftier than others, but I love all my goals and aspirations the same. I am glad that my priorities have changed because it means I have grown and developed as a person, and I’m pretty proud of that.
What are your goals in life, and have they changed over the years?
Since it’s conception in 2013, this blog has had many purposes, many milestones, many birthdays. It is the one safe place; the one continuous space, where I can write freely and know my words will not only be seen but appreciated.
Originally posted on my Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/p/BWZvn22D9vT/?taken-by=melissaholden94
I just wanted to say thanks, to old and new followers – you make it worth posting. I know I am a bit of a sporadic blogger, but my work/life balance leaves something to be desired. I really appreciate the loyalty.
Thank you all so much for the love and support, and I hope we will be seeing more of each other soon.
Love, Mel ❤
Originally posted on my Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/p/BWI6Iq6DS9e/?taken-by=melissaholden94
Excuse the typo on the second to last line! 
– Mel x
a memory trapped in a coffee shop
its mist-ed rained window panes
sheltering us from the air
letting us hide
for a moment longer
in the steam cloud of secrets
pretending it wasn’t about to end
Breaking, upwards of the truth-
broken
down
to the grit,
the pieces beneath.
The essence of sadness, combined with
shock and spittle through angst and hatred.
Break, in the utmost foundation;
the line in the undusted,
the crack in the gateway.
Broken
by the bind,
seeping, the cold truth
soaks in
and you wake up,
wet and alone
unknown and blissful,
gone from the grip.
Restart.
Replaced,
Ruined by words.
‘I
think
we
should’,
Break – up.
