Well lately it has been raindrops on Ruby. That's me by the way and the raindrops are more metaphorical than physical (although there has been a few of those too). So what's my sad story? I moved 600km away from most of my family, my boyfriend and my friends, for a job that it turns out I hate. Am I running home with my tail between my legs? No, I'm an independent (read stubborn) woman and that would mean defeat. Plus, it wouldn't help the issues I have with my boyfriend. Let's just say that I have recently googled my fair share of "Dear Abby" sites. I'm aware that there are many worse things that could be happening to me, but all in all this last month has taken it's toll on my mental health.
The question lies in who is to blame. Can I blame work or my boyfriend for my lack of happiness? Surely it must be my parents' fault for letting me leave in the first place. No... are you sure? So I've been thinking long and hard about this and I've realised that I am the problem. That's right - the buck ends with me (or, more accurately, the tears).
I've discovered the problem -- now to find the solution. How do I make myself happy? How do I stop relying on other people to help me achieve what should have been my goal all along? Herein lies the reason for this blog -- Accounting to the random strangers who happen to stumble upon my page (if any), I will find where my happiness lies and maybe in the process inspire others to find a little bit of happiness in their own lives.
Posted with hope
Ruby
