I am a flake. I am here and there and every where and no where all at once. I have a very short attention span and when I love something I put my everything into it…until I get bored and then I put my heart into something else and then get bored.
Like blogging. I love it, then as soon as it becomes a hassle to do it, I stop. I do it with everything in life apart from actual people which is good. I go from buying everything to buying nothing and wanting to get out of the whole capitalism thing that plagues our every decision. To diet and lose weight to embracing my womanly curves. To wanting to change jobs to loving my job.
I’m a contradiction and a hypocritical loser. The things I genuinely do love I come back to time and time again which is a good sign that’s its not all a complete loss. I am also very pleased that my husband knows I am a flake and can talk some sense into me when I am just about to sign up to some class that I have to pay for in advance or something that requires a commitment that he knows I will never keep. I don’t do it on purpose and most of the time, at the beginning of one of my hair brained idea’s I am truly convinced that this time it will be different.
It’s a bit of a love, hate relationship I have with my flakiness as when I have found something I am truly passionate and I put all of my effort into and then I get bored, get distressed at life and then fall back In love with something else. My dad is exactly the same. The amount of diy projects he has started and given up on. The amount of collections he has started and given up on…
Life is one crazy rollercoaster thing that I still don’t quite understand my place in yet…
Anyway hope you have a great day =)
Love Mrs Flakey xxx