Ruth Writes is a 30-something Liverpool based blog covering mid-size fashion, pescatarian food and beauty.
Content. Happy. Those are the two words that best describe me right now. A boyfriend who makes me laugh, a job with great colleagues that I love and the best bunch of friends that I could wish for.
But sometimes we are left asking is that enough? For me it is. This has been questioned lately and I find myself on repeat, I’m happy. We all want to find happiness. Whether it’s opening your favourite bottle of wine, freshly cut flowers or time spent with loved ones, at the root of it all we can all benchmark our happiness.
Expectations, however are a funny thing. I’ve never been one to plan. I didn’t expect to change jobs 4 times in the last 12 months, I didnt plan on meeting someone who just puts a smile on my face and I didn’t anticipate saving to buy my own house in the next 18 months.
Life is strange. There are those of us who want to tick off certain goals, which on one hand i do. I would like to have passed my driving test in the next 6 months. But long term, who knows?
At the heart of it I’m very very happy. My biggest expectation is hoping my happiness continues. You never know what’s around the corner, so I live for the now. Enjoying cuddles with the boy who makes me smile from cheek to cheek, times spent with friends, quality mother and daughter time with my mumma and looking forward to going to work every day.
It’s not so bad is it?