A year after walking away from my corporate job without a plan B, I’ve travelled, volunteered, and grown in ways I never expected—yet the hardest part hasn’t been the leap itself, but learning to navigate the uncertainty that follows. This is my honest reflection on self-worth, societal pressure, and trusting the unknown.

We spend so much time fearing mistakes—overthinking decisions, worrying about whether we’ve chosen the right path. But what if getting things wrong is just part of the process? What if mistakes aren’t setbacks, but stepping stones? The truth is, we’re not meant to navigate life perfectly. We’re meant to learn, to evolve, and to embrace the beauty of imperfection.

The exhausting reality of waiting for ‘The One’ is not just about longing for love—it’s about the weight of anticipation, the quiet frustration of always searching, always hoping, always wondering if the right person will finally appear. We tell ourselves to be patient, to trust that love will arrive at the perfect time, but what happens when the waiting begins to feel endless?

How do we know if we’re making the right choices? Since coming back from New York, I’ve been questioning every next step—should I stay, should I go, should I start over somewhere new? In this entry, I open up about the tug‑of‑war between logic and emotion, the ache of unspoken feelings, and the search for a life that feels like home. Sometimes, the answers aren’t obvious, but they quietly live within us, waiting for us to listen.

Sometimes the hardest truth to accept is that someone you care deeply for simply doesn’t feel the same way. In this reflection, I share the ache of unreturned feelings, the bruised ego, and the quiet grief that follows—while reminding myself (and you) that our worth isn’t defined by who chooses us. Your value lives within you, untouched by rejection, and choosing yourself is always the way forward.

We shouldn’t let reciprocation decide whether our feelings are worth sharing. In this reflection, I write about the day I chose to be brave—openly telling someone I cared for them—and how, despite the rejection, it gave me freedom, self‑trust, and a deeper sense of worth.

Thursday, 10th of July. Vinted Steals, £2 for 5 Avocados, and Gym Characters — A slow living, feel-it-all kind of day. From tracking down the perfect vintage Nike tank top on Vinted, to laughing with my sister on the kitchen steps and dodging awkward treadmill moments at the gym, this journal entry captures those beautifully ordinary highs and emotional reflections.