Letter to August

Dear August,

Apologies for writing to you so late, as you have now been replaced by somebody new and exciting (I deeply know how you feel). So let this letter be your memoir of everything you’ve left behind.

Dearest August, you have by far been the most ‘hot and cold’ so far, and I don’t just mean your temperature. You’ve had me going out of my mind, desperately trying to find the answer to rhetorical questions. Together, we’ve seen sleepless nights spent tossing and turning, attachment to distance and separation, and also days of doubts, worrying and an existential crisis. But in spite of all of those things, you’ve given me the confidence to start something new, an exciting new job prospect and most importantly, a lovely weekend to celebrate my new sister-in-law.

I just want to mention that I honestly think that the both of them are a great match. I know that’s what everyone says, but I really mean it. They didn’t meet each other early on in their lives; they’re not childhood sweethearts. They met during a time of ‘settling down’, when people start to worry if they’re not at that stage because everyone else around them seems to be. But what they have made me realise is that maybe, good things really do come to those who wait. Maybe all that time before meeting was their prepping stage – the time when they could figure out their own lives and dreams. Grow into the people that are perfect for each other. I mean, they’re not old, by any means. They get to live more of their lives together than they did apart. So in the end, maybe waiting for perfection is the best way.

I guess what I’m trying to say, August, is that they have taught me something rather valuable. Love should have no time limit. You shouldn’t worry over the details of finding that person or what they will be like. They will find you at the right time and that’s something you just have to believe in.

 

Until next time August,

Always, Ashlea.

P.S I really hope that when my time comes, I can look as beautiful as she did. 

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A Letter to Me at 13

Dear Thirteen Year Old Ashlea,

There are a million things I could inform you on regarding your future. I could tell you what not to do and how I have ended up now, at the age of twenty, but where’s the fun in that? Everyone knows that the choices and mistakes you make, determine your future and I don’t want to ruin that for you. I may not be in the position I would have liked, but there’s still progress to be made. Anyway, although you may have been embarrassing, to say the least, you have shaped the person I am today and I suppose I can’t hate you for being your cringe-worthy, awkward and shy self. So this is a list of the important things that I wish I could go back in time and tell you, just to save the hassle and embarrassment.

So let me start off by saying congratulations, you have made it to twenty, and still haven’t been in hospital with a broken bone, or undertaken any type of surgery or been seriously ill. You haven’t had your heart broken, nor failed an exam that matters, and all your family are safe and well.

I regret to tell you that puberty hasn’t magically transformed you into a model, you haven’t overcome your social anxiety, although it’s much better, and you still haven’t visited Paris, so apologies for that. However, I can happily say that everything is going to be okay. Of course there will be times when everything is in black and white but that can change, and it does. Nothing is permanent – trust me. I hate to break it to you, but you don’t live in the same house you grew up in, anymore. That crazy idea that mum and dad had about moving to the countryside, yeah that actually happens. But don’t stress about it, you’ve still got to get through high school (as painful as it will be) and then there’s two incredible years ahead of you. Although moving will be the biggest pain in the bum, you make it through and I am so proud of you. At the age of twenty you can drive and have your own car, which is pretty cool, bet you can’t see yourself driving in a few years’ time. You’re working full time in an office which is alright, you’ll appreciate it once you go through the whole moving fiasco. It may not be your ideal job, but it’s only the start. You win some, you lose some, that’s just how this crazy life goes but things are looking up!

First thing’s first, I’m the realest. The funny part about that, is that it doesn’t even exist to you yet. But all jokes aside, I need to tell you some things. Firstly, take a look at your ‘friends’. They don’t understand you, can sometimes make you act out of character and are sometimes really mean and put you down. They aren’t friends and it’s actually okay not to be around them. This is the time you learn that friendships are so sacred and sometimes you need to let go the people who don’t fit in your life and don’t give as much as you do. But just hold on because these people are there to help you appreciate how right a friendship can be. The best friend you’re wanting to have, someone who understands you perfectly, like you’re thinking from the same brain; she exists. It won’t be that much longer until you meet her and your whole life will change. She will be one of the biggest impacts in your life, she will teach you new things, about friendship, about happiness, about yourself. And the one thing I can promise you, is that she will never leave. You will never grow apart, and you will still be quoting the same song lyrics and saying the same things at the same time. She will become part of your family and it will feel like you’ve known her your entire life. So although, your friendships may be a bit broken and tainted now, they won’t be for much longer. I promise you this.

At sixteen you will meet your best friend as well as some amazing people who will inspire you to become a better version of yourself and also bring you the most happiness you have ever experienced, and it will be consistent. When you meet them, please treasure every single moment because life will never be the same again and you will spend the rest of your years, afterwards, wishing you could do anything to go back. Oh, and whilst we are on the topic, don’t even think about moaning because you’re still in education. Seriously. You’ll be so happy, there’s no point trying so hard to find those things that make you feel anything less. I understand the work may get too much and you won’t really care about getting good grades, but you’ll be surrounded by the most incredible people every single day who light up your world, it honestly won’t last forever. Spoiler alert: you finish school and move a hundred miles away from them and miss them dearly. So, just be grateful for what you have in the moment!

Secondly, I can assure you that you are on your way to becoming a butterfly. So these awkward looking teenage years won’t last much longer, be patient. Please try and ignore all of those nasty comments about your appearance, I know it’s difficult, but looks do not matter! Your heart is so much more important and that’s where true beauty lies. Teenagers are mean, and they make you feel bad about yourself. Don’t let them. Don’t give them permission to get in your head and make you worry over things you can’t change. Your mind is clean and your body is wonderful. Enjoy these moments because it doesn’t last forever. However, you know that one huge insecurity you have? The one that everyone has to mention all the time and makes you feel awful? Well, let’s just say that good things come to those who wait 😉

But there is one thing I cannot stress enough; your body changes! Be prepared.  Your insecurity changes to the thing you feel confident about now. So although your body and mind-set may be great now, you end up doing something destructible out of fear and it’s so much harder to get out of it. So I want to warn you now, please don’t do it or stop it as soon as you can. It’s not smart. It’s not healthy; to both your body and mind. Don’t let the fear paralyze you. You’re better than that.

And lastly, dear young Ashlea, I want to remind you that nothing lasts forever. If you’re in a bad place you will get through it and if you’re happy, appreciate it. You are a good person with a beautiful heart and mind, in spite of the many times you don’t believe it. You are lovable, smart, optimistic, hopeful and caring. Most of all, you are good enough. Self-love and self-belief is the most powerful thing you can do for yourself. I think it’s time we start.

Good luck kid, you’re gonna do great!

Always, Ashlea.

P.S don’t stop dreaming, it’s what makes you who you are. Your blind optimism and ambition is admiring and just between us, it attracts more than you think.

A Letter to July

Dear July,

I’ve made it to twenty and I still can’t believe it. I mean, 20! I’m not a teenager anymore, nor will I ever be again. And as scary as that may seem, I’m actually okay with it. The idea that I will never be as embarrassing and awkward as I used to be, is invigorating and relieving!

Although age is supposed to change you, ironically enough I feel more like my old self than I have in a long time and it could not make me happier. I’ve embraced all that the past few years have taught me but I’m not letting it change my perspective on the world anymore. I’ve learnt that you are what you attract and hating the world and blaming it for everything that goes wrong, doesn’t do you any favours. So here I am, at the age of twenty, trying to have the same hopeful, optimistic outlook on life as I did when I was seventeen. I think there’s beauty and magic in that. So although I am wiser and more curious, wearing rose tinted glasses again is way more fun!

Your 20’s are your selfish years. It’s a decade to immerse yourself in every single thing possible. Be selfish with your time – travel, explore, learn, love a lot and never touch the ground.

So July, this is where I start the next adventure, as cliché as it may sound. I feel like this is the start of a new era. A time where my life falls completely in my own hands. There’s no ties, no compromise, no obligations. I have no idea where I’m going but I’m following my heart towards happiness. I am still alive and breathing, I walk this earth with some sort of purpose and I won’t stop until I know what it is.

And now this is where we part ways again. Thank you, July, you’ve brought hope back into my life and helped me remember how powerful and wonderful it is. I feel like I’ve wandered off track for two years but I’ve finally found my way back again.

Here’s to my twenties, where everything is possible!

Always, Ashlea

Being Young & Twenty

As a young person, I always get asked the same question. So, what do you want to do with your life? And my answer still remains, I don’t know. It used to stress me out a lot. My mind was flooded with endless questions that I just didn’t have answers to, whilst everyone around me seemed to have an idea, a dream, a plan. But now, as I turn twenty I’m starting to embrace the uncertainty and letting it empower me rather than scare me.

I think there is this huge misconception that ‘being young and twenty’ means having your life figured out. That your teenage years are your experimental years and when you reach your twenties you should have a life plan. But I don’t believe that. To me, being young and twenty is your time for figuring it all out. It’s a case of trial and error, as we all search for those things that make us happy and try to incorporate them into our lives as much as possible.
I may not know what job I want or where I want to live or at what age I want to do ‘adult’ things, like move out and settle down, but I do know this:
I want to learn so much more, from people, books and experiences. I want to travel and explore. Document life. Be creative. Become a better person. Help people, inspire them. Make a difference. Have fun. And there’s no better time to tick of all those things on my bucket list, than right now as I venture further into my twenties.
So to those who are twenty and confused, and still have your life to figure out, this is our time. Our world may be full of doubts and uncertainty but it’s full of possibility and we have the freedom to explore it.
(This is was featured on http://www.youngandtwenty.com

Dear Loneliness

Dear Loneliness,

So this is what you feel like. I’ve got to give it to you, you’re subtle yet powerful, like an undercover superhero, except you’re not saving me from anything. At first, I didn’t realise it was you, you had me blaming others for the way I was feeling and acting, but now I know it was you all along. I can’t exactly pin point how long you’ve been lingering around me, but I know it’s been far too long. The thing about you, loneliness, is that you come in waves. Nothing for a while and then all at once; one little thing can flood back a million sinking feelings.

Living with you is as unpredictable as English weather. One moment I think I’m fine; I can deal with it, but then overthinking intervenes and dissatisfaction sinks in and then you strike like lightning through my veins, illuminating every inch of unhappiness in my body.  It’s not so much the sadness that comes because I am alone, it’s the fact that you prevent me from making plans. You prevent the hope that I will find happiness again someday. I’m your prisoner trapped and encompassed in your darkness, like I’m the princess locked away in the highest room of the tallest tower. Which then makes you the fire breathing dragon forbidding me from any form of social satisfaction or true happiness.

“I found loneliness,
not through tears and heartache 
but through anger and jealousy.

I lost myself,
not through personal choice
but through hopelessness. 

Nights weren’t the hardest,
those hours you can escape. 
It’s the days when you’re awake.”

But as we have spent more time together and you have dominated my life, I have realised something really important. The thing is, as much as I would love to believe that I could be a princess, a damsel in distress that needs saving, life isn’t like that. There is no prince or knight in shining armour that will appear at my door one day and save me from this nightmare I’ve been living. No one is going to save me, but myself. So I apologise. Maybe I’ve been pointing the fingers hoping that my life would somehow change without me having to try. Maybe I was hoping that life owed me, that it could all just magically amend itself. But I hold my hands up and admit that I was wrong. I thought that you, loneliness, was the thing holding me back from living my life, but I’ve realised that it was me.

 

Always, Ashlea.

 

P.S Thank you. You pushed me to the point of breaking and without you, I wouldn’t have had the courage to make a change, despite all of my fears, and finally break free.

Letter to June

Dear June,

How half the year has gone by already is beyond me. It feels like only yesterday I was hoping and praying that this year would be better, that I wouldn’t be alone anymore, that I would find my person. That maybe, just maybe, I could be happy again. And now here you are. Although you haven’t given me a miracle, you’ve given me a taste of excitement, a glimpse of everything I’ve wanted. It’s been the start of something, hopefully amazing, filled with expectation and potential but also apprehension, anxiety and lots of doubts. I joined the club that I was considering for a while but was too scared to actually do and finally met people my age. They are all so lovely, it’s just that being the shy natured person I am, it’s been difficult and I haven’t pushed myself enough to enjoy all of its possibilities. But I suppose I am still growing and it’s something I need to work on. But through all of my worrying and doubts of never being good enough, you have comforted me with your warmth and allowed me to simply, walk the feelings away. There’s something so therapeutic and calming about walking alone down empty country roads, surrounded by nothing but fields. It’s given me a lot of time to think, more so than usual, and that’s probably why I’m in this mess right now. Although where I live is beautiful, it’s boring and hauntingly lonely.

In the past week I’ve had three people I once knew, ask me how I have been in the years they haven’t seen me and each time, I’ve lied. I tell them that I’ve been okay and life has been good, but these past two years have been the toughest. I’ve reached lows I never knew I could sink to. I’ve had breakdowns from feeling too many emotions all at once. I’ve over thought every single detail to the point where it drives me insane. And throughout these two struggling years, I have never been more alone in my entire life. False hope can destroy a person, building up their hopes just to watch them crash again.There’s only so many times you can pick yourself back up; I wonder how many more I’ve got left.

It’s a shame you’ve caught me writing this at the end of the month, given a couple of weeks ago I was bright with hope and life started feeling as though it was heading in a better direction. But once again, the hope that once filled my heart has been diminished by life’s mysterious and confusing ways. I honestly thought I had it figured out, that I had cracked life’s code and was finally on my way to happiness. I thought about my journey in so much depth, that I was convinced that this would be the right road. I would face my fears and truly be fearless, I would become independent and confident and meet people and it would all fit together like it was written from the start. But of all people, I should have known better than to trust the blind hope that always finds a way to creep back into my mind. And every single time, it lets me down.

So you see, June, you’re leaving me lost and confused. After all of those walks I took to try to calm my anxiety and to settle my worries, my mind is still running wild. I’ve never felt so lost, searching for answers to help make sense of this life. Being here doesn’t make sense. I don’t belong and I have nothing worth staying for. I feel like I’m just withering away into nothing.

So now the question is, do I continue down this lonely and unforeseeable road or do I turn back?

Next time around we’ll both know the answer, but until then,

Always, Ashlea.

 

Dear Friend

Dear friend,

I don’t know if you’re reading this, but hopefully you will one day. Friend, I want you to know that I love you and that I’m never going to leave. You are a wonderful and absolutely beautiful human and I need you to understand that. You are so much more than you think, so much more than what you see in a mirror or that awkward picture that somebody else took of you (you know the ones I’m talking about?) I know you just want to feel pretty but honestly, I don’t think that can be entirely down to appearance. Your looks aren’t what define you. But the sad thing is, you never get to see yourself for everything you are. You never see yourself laughing in hysterics, or smiling at a stranger down the street, or looking into the eyes of somebody you love. You never see the way your face lights up or how it looks when you’re excited. You never see yourself lost in deep thought or making jokes with your friends or caring for someone. Beauty is not in the colour of your eyes, or your bone structure or your dress size. It’s in the way you love people, the way you want to change the world, your laughter, your kindness, the way you make others feel and always put them before yourself. Beauty is instilled in your soul, it’s flowing through your veins. So don’t you dare think that you are not beautiful because you my dearest friend, are the definition. You are worth so much more than you could ever think. If you were in my shoes for a day, you’d see it too.

I know that reading this won’t change your mind, it won’t give you the proof you need to love yourself better but please don’t hate yourself, because you don’t know how lovely you truly are. I wish I could magically cure your mind from all the disbelieving and destructive thoughts you have about yourself. If there was a way to show you how incredible you are, I’d do it, but all you have are these words and hopefully the belief that I think so highly of you. But if these words aren’t enough to save you for a night, then please come to me. I don’t want you to think that you’re alone in this, fighting a losing battle by yourself. We’re in this life for the long run and I will always be by your side getting through it together.

‘If you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sun beams and you will always look lovely’

-Roald Dahl

Stay strong & stay beautiful.

Always, Ashlea

A Conversation with Social Anxiety

Me: I hate feeling so lonely all the time, I just wish I could make some friends.

Anxiety: Make friends? No. You can’t do that! You’re safe at home by yourself. Besides, people don’t tend to like you, remember? They always think you’re boring and awkward and unattractive and annoying and…

Me: Okay, I get it but I don’t want to be alone anymore. I want to have fun, maybe join a club or something?

Anxiety: A club?! No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. Absolutely not!
You can’t do that. Every club you’ve ever joined, you’ve always quit. You’ve always been the shy, awkward one in the corner that everyone ignored. Remember how awful you felt? Always feeling like you didn’t belong, uncomfortable, self conscious, anxious.

Me: Oh yeah, I forgot about that.

Anxiety: You’re inadequate, socially inept, never good enough, or fun enough, or pretty enough, or interesting enough, or smart enough, or funny enough. I mean, honestly what do you even have to offer and can you even begin to imagine what could go wrong?

Me: I haven’t actually thought about it… like what?

Anxiety: EVERYTHING! How are you even going to join a club? Make the first move and talk to somebody? How? Where? Randomly message them online? What are you going to say? ‘Hi, you don’t know me but I’ve found this online and thought that I might like to be apart of the club, by the way I struggle with social anxiety so I’ll probably be a right mess when you first meet me’
What if they think you’re desperate and needy? What if they completely misunderstand you? What if you instantly make a bad first impression and you haven’t even met them yet? And then you’ll have to meet everyone else and what if you stand out like a sore thumb? Where would you meet them? A pub? A public place? What if you have to drive there by yourself and get lost? What if there’s no parking and you don’t know what to do? Or what if you can’t park properly and everybody watches you try? What if you walk in by yourself and can’t find them? I mean you’re basically searching for a bunch of people you’ve never met. What if you walk in and they all just stop and stare? What would you do then? How would you deal with that? What if you don’t belong and end up wearing the wrong thing and they all just look at you and judge? What if you don’t understand what they’re talking about and have to awkwardly sit or stand there with a vacant look upon your face? What if you say the wrong thing, mix up your words or can’t think of anything to say at all? What if they think you’re stupid or boring? What if nobody actually likes you and you’re just awkwardly there, feeling like an outsider? What if nobody comes to talk to you? What would you do then?

Me: Oh wow, that’s a lot to take in. I hadn’t thought of these things before.

Anxiety: Well? What would you do?

Me: I…. I don’t know.

Anxiety: Exactly! See, I knew you wouldn’t be able to handle it. That’s why it’s best to just avoid it altogether. You’re fine where you are and most importantly, you’re safe.

Me: Yeah, I suppose you’re right.

Letter to May

Dear May,

Please take me back. Back to the days when the sun shined on rainy days and tears were shed from laughter. The days when happiness wasn’t just a word, but a feeling I grew accustomed to. The days when I spent every second with the people I loved; the people who were brighter than the moon and stars combined and who helped me shine too. Take me back to the person I used to be, when I believed in everything and thought anything was possible; when all I saw was beauty and positivity, even in the darkest of corners. Those were the days when everything made sense, I was where I was meant to be and I belonged.

It’s been two years since my happiness came crashing down at lightning speed and I was left with nothing. Everything was over and it destroyed me, my thoughts of the past haunted my every second. I remember thinking how frightening it was that happiness could turn to depression so quickly. One minute you could be floating on cloud nine and the next thing you know, you’re lying on the ground wondering how it went so wrong. And to tell you a secret, May, I don’t think I’ve gotten up since. These bittersweet memories have been holding me down for a long time. Those days were the happiest I have ever been and to be honest, I’m terrified that that’s the only chance I’ll get, that those two years of my life were my prime time and I’ll never feel that happy again. Because let’s face it, I will never get those moments back, I’ll never step foot in that environment again with those people, we will never feel the same. We were invincible and hopeful. Ambitious, carefree and daring. And even though I’ve known this for a long time, I think it’s only now that it’s truly sinking in: I can never go back and life will never be the same again.

So to throw myself into more nostalgic heartache, I somehow found myself looking through old photographs which made me want to turn back the clock even more! Reminiscing is a wonderful thing, don’t get me wrong. It’s beautiful and helps you realise how good life can be. But reminiscing for me at this point in time, is heartbreaking. I can’t help but be reminded of everything I’ve lost; and how my present life cannot compare to the happiness and fulfilment I once had.

Life is so different now, that I don’t think I could have ever imagined it would turn out this way. I never thought it would be this hard. I feel like I’ve been left behind, even forgotten, like our glorious time together are now just fragments of memories, faded like old photographs tucked away in scrapbooks. All my friends have moved on with their lives, they’ve met new people, started new adventures, created more memories that add to our existing ones and I’m still stuck in the past, feeling replaced.

I feel as though I’m driving through thick fog. It’s dull and lifeless and I can’t see two feet in front of me. I’m trying to concentrate on what lies ahead but the sun from behind me glares off of the rearview mirror and I can’t help but look. It’s blinding, but in the best way. It’s warm and blissful, fun and beautiful. I know it’s where I want to be right now, but no matter how much I look, the car keeps moving forward and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Helplessly, I watch as the light fades away and the fog encompasses me. 

One day, I’ll find the strength, contentment and happiness I need in order to reminisce on old fond memories and not feel that heartache. But for now I’m going to continue to document my life because I am now fully aware that life is ever-changing and I want to remember as much of it as possible.

Always,
Ashlea

Can guys and girls just be friends?

Friends? Totally.
Best friends? That’s where it gets complicated.

Let me start off with a quote, taken from the movie ‘500 Days of Summer’
‘A guy and a girl can be just friends, but at one point or another they will fall for each other. Maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late or maybe forever.’
 

So, just friends?

I don’t think this causes much debate, friends are people you like to hang out with, who make you laugh and you enjoy being around. Gender has no say in whether you fall for them or not. But best friends? It’s complicated. I do think it’s possible for a guy and a girl to be best friends and not develop feelings. It may be the goofy kind of relationship where you embarrass yourself way too much in front of them, or have gross conversations that you skip the feelings and just see them as more of a sibling than anything. Maybe you value your friendship so much that you fight off any sort of feelings because you don’t want it to ruin what the two of you have. I do think it’s possible, but I think the chances are pretty slim, too. I mean let’s face it, you’re best friends so you are with each other all the time. You know everything about them, their habits, their behaviour, their secrets etc. You’ve got them all figured out and memorised like the back of your hand. You know them so well, it is so easy for you to know when they are not okay, despite them saying so, and you also know when the time is to either cheer them up or let them be. You know how to make them happy and that’s all you want to do, or when they are sad and need someone to talk to, they will always come to you. You’ve got to that point where you’re so comfortable around them that you can sit in silence, doing your separate things and be happy. Where you can make a fool of yourself and not feel completely embarrassed because they will laugh with you. You’ve met their family and your parents know about them. You can talk about everything and anything and have had plenty of DMC’s and late night conversations, where you’re surprised when you look at the time. You look out for each other and know that if you’re ever in trouble they will always be there for you. You may even get to the stage where you do everything together, it’s weird if they’re not there. You both have your inside jokes that can make you both cry with laughter and everyone else around you rolls their eyes because they don’t understand. You’ve got to that point where you are both so invested in each other, you know every little thing about them and time with them is invaluable.

So if you have that type of relationship with your best friend, congratulations, you have something incredibly special. Now let me ask you a question, with everything I’ve just said, what is the difference between that relationship and a romantic one? Physical intimacy. That’s it! And most of the time best friends hug or hold hands, so there’s only a couple of things you don’t do. So, developing feelings for somebody whom you’re already emotionally intimate with is almost inevitable. Let’s face it, you’ve already got the foundations of a beautiful relationship. I mean, how could you not fall for them? So now, I guess the question is:

Will a romantic relationship ruin the friendship?

This is a question that will never have a black and white answer, I’m afraid. So if you’re in this position I definitely recommend you think it through… a lot! I think the biggest thing you need to take into serious consideration, is if your feelings are true. You have to be in the mindset of ‘I really want to kiss him’ rather than ‘I wonder what that would be like’. You should be thinking ‘I would love to spend my life with them’ rather than ‘I don’t want to see them with anybody else’. You’ve got to think that you have really strong feelings for them rather than you’re just intrigued to find out what it would be like.

After all of this pondering, you should come to a conclusion. You have feelings or you’re curious. If a decision is hard to come by, then leave it for a while. See what your subconscious concludes. Then you need to think some more. If you have feelings for them, think of every alternate way of telling them and what may happen afterwards. The main thing you need to think about though, is if you tell them and they don’t feel the same way, will that ruin everything you have and make it weird between you two? You’ll never know until it happens, but primarily you need to weigh the positive results with the negative.

  • Can you live with yourself if you have to hide your feelings every time you’re with them? Is it fair to you?
  • Is your relationship so special it would kill you if it ended because you told them how you feel?
  • What would it be like if you never said a word and found out years later that they felt the exact same way but you were both too scared to tell each other?

Whatever decision you make, just make sure you’ll be able to live with yourself without having any regrets. Who know what will happen if you never try? It could be the best decision of your life, or it could ruin a great friendship – but maybe it’s something you can both get over and laugh about in the years to come.

Is the risk worth the potential outcome?

I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you!

Always,
Ashlea