I don’t know about you, but I find that there’s something about those final few days of a summer holiday that make you feel like a new person.
It’s like, once you’ve removed yourself from the situation that is being you, you get perspective, you get distance, you get a chance to reflect back on your own life and realise what’s important and what’s, well, not so important.
There are actual moments, like eureka style moments, from previous holidays that are lodged in my brain. Moments where I see myself change from someone a bit teary and fed up, into someone who is the best possible version of herself.
I can picture myself in a blue dove print bikini from Asda reading a book in the pool whilst leaning against the edge because it was just too damn hot and uncomfortable to not be submerged in cool, refreshing water.
I was in Malia, I was 19 and I was reading ‘He’s Just Not That Into You’ (which just FYI, is a complete gamechanger in the world of dating and boys should you feel like you need a mentality overhaul – which, let’s face it, most of us probs do) and suddenly it felt like everything was falling into place.
My brain made sense. I felt like me. For the first time in ages I felt calm and motivated and really ready to make my life damn flippin’ amazing, but also raring with positive energy to get going with my dreams.
I came home from that holiday not only looking like a bronzed goddess but feeling like I was all shiny and new. I was so happy and glittery, just FYI, that on my birthday night out a few days later, I actually sobbed with thankfulness for my life whilst sipping a VK and looking out at the rolling Worthing coastline by night. Yup, classy girl at heart.
But it feels like only a holiday that clocks you up at least 30 hours of poolside time doing nothing-ness can have that mood-changing effect on you. And it not only gives you an excuse to have some time out and catch up with sleep and food and you-time, but also spare time mentally to assess what’s important to you.
I have to be honest, coming into land at Heathrow whilst listening to the free music on transatlantic flights, after a week or even a couple of days in New York makes me feel the same way.
Like anything is possible, like everything makes sense, like everything has always made sense and been obvious but it’s only now that I’m seeing it.
OK, I got it, holidays make you feel in control of your own life.
That’s it, it’s feeling like you absolutely got this. You girl, have got this.
And that, without a doubt, is my favourite thing about holidays. The way they make you feel refreshed and like the good version of yourself rather than the tired, unreasonable and bad version of yourself.
I’ve been whispering ‘you got this’ to myself a lot recently. Mostly when I’m in the house on my own. I need reminding that I can do anything. Even if that anything is making it out of the house for a swim, or tackling a really tricky advertising campaign, or nailing 6 blog posts in one day because I’m flying out of the country the next day and am majorly behind because I accidentally took a nap.
I did a post recently about my favourite screengrabs on my camera roll (post here) and a lot of them are motivational quotes that remind me to stop stressing, start living and to be happy.
I also like to hoard postcards with sentimental slogans across the front – so, to keep my summer motivation raring and bright and in control, I’ve added to my office walls with some of my personal fave inspirational quotes and sayings.
Because, aside from reminding myself that I owe money (to myself of all people, the joys of being self-employed, eh?), isn’t that what Post-It notes are for?
To give yourself little boosts of support when you’re feeling a bit low and deflated?
Earlier this year I also set myself a goal to stop comparing myself to others, especially when those others were bloggers (you can read about that here), and I think I’m getting there.
For me, it was the realisation that it was a problem that was affecting my own mental wellbeing that was the first step in learning how to change the way I dealt with my emotions.
The second was to have the reminder in front of me on my desk wall that I needed to stop comparing myself, so that whenever my mind ran off with itself whilst checking out Instagram likes and the new Zara dresses and Chloe bags swinging their way onto my social media feeds, I could take a step back.
That’s been the biggest thing for me over the past few months – learning to step back from things that I know make me feel negative or worthless, the way Instagram sometimes makes me feel.
So I put my phone away, I step back, I get fresh air and coffee and human interaction and remind myself that I am pretty great, too.
Working from home can get pretty lonely, and no-one prepares you for the lack of mental support from peers that you experience, but it’s all about knowing your triggers for bad moods, and bombard yourself with happy sentiments that can pick yourself up just as quickly as a good cup of tea can.
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