3 things I’m very proud of

I’m proud of myself.

 

There’s a sentence that’s pretty hard to say out loud or even to think about. I’d much rather heard someone else say it to me, to hear them being proud of me. Somehow hearing it from someone else is more believable than saying it yourself. And I don’t like that – because you need to be your biggest cheerleader.

And I’m not. Not always. It’s a little too easy for me to fall down and have doubts about everything.

Though to be honest – it doesn’t hurt to hear that from other people as well. I’ve never heard my father say anything uplifting about me or my accomplishments, but today my brother said that he’s proud of me. As someone who’s actually been in my life, that means the world.

And thinking of that, I have several occasions that come to mind, where someone dear to me has said it as well. It warms my heart. Love is such a beautiful thing, isn’t it? Somehow it’s wandering into this text, though I didn’t know it had anything to do with this subject. But it kind of has a lot to do with everything, doesn’t it?

Today I felt encouraged and I wanted to write down some things that I’m really proud of. I wanted to write it down and say it – I’m proud of myself. I also ended up revealing things about myself, that I’m pretty sure you didn’t know about. Actually, it turned out to be a piece of my life story, but oh well, that happens.

Things I’m proud of

 

1. Graduating both high school and beauty school – and even choosing dual qualification in the first place

 

Today we’re celebrating Vappu in Finland, where it’s typical to wear your Finnish student/ graduation cap. I love that day and I feel proud of having that cap. I’m proud of myself, for knowing so well where I wanted to go and what I wanted to study. I had such good grades (another thing I’m proud of) I could have chosen just beauty school, but I also wanted to have a high school diploma, so I took dual qualification.

And here’s why having that qualification is so meaningful to me: that was the hardest time of my life. My life fell apart while I was in school. I was so depressed I barely made it to school some days. And then I took a sick leave, and another and another. I think all in all I was away from school for half a year, or something like that. It still sickens me, that some girls in my class were talking bad about me for ‘being sick all the time’, while I was literally fighting for my life. Then again I guess it was better this way, because I both got and had to finish school alone. That was also hard for me – attending classes without any friends, alone.

And failing school. Even in the hospital I wanted to attend to matriculation exams, because I was so used to over achieving in school.  It was good to let go. I learned, that it wasn’t the end of the world. That I could reschedule and still graduate.

And I did. I graduated. And it felt so good. And I’m so proud of myself for that.


Photo Inka Lähteenaro

2. Having a good job – and then having the guts to leave it

 

I had a job right when I graduated and actually even before that. I was lucky to have a job in my profession, because it’s not that easy to get (especially with a good salary). I also got promoted in my second job (another beauty salon) pretty quickly. I had a salary I could only dream about – in my age and with my experience (though I had some, because of working while I was studying) that was the best I could get, really. For a while it was great, even though I had some doubts.

Gradually the environment in my workplace turned out to be not that great. I was super stressed and pretty often came crying from work. I spent Sundays in bed – literally – because I was so exhausted physically and mentally. It wasn’t what I wanted to do anymore.

It would have been smartest to look for a new job, get it, and only after that resign. Well, I did not do that, but it was not an easy decision.

And then one Tuesday, things just became too much at work and I literally walked away. I remember being so relieved, happy and excited about future that day on the bus.

I’m proud of getting that job, doing well on it, but then trusting my instincts and leaving.

 

3. Starting a blog and pursuing a career of it

After I quit my job I had some time to really think what I wanted to do. And the answer was pretty clear, it’s always been. I wanted to be a blogger. I’ve always loved writing and I feel like I have a lot to say and give.

Though I still have a lot to learn, I have already learned so much. My writing has improved – especially my English. I’ve learned not only to write good articles, but also how to SEO-optimize them. I’ve learned to take better photos. And slowly, I’ve learned to be proud of what I do. To say it out loud.

This is probably the hardest thing to actually be proud of, since it’s so easy to compare myself to others. There are so many amazing blogs out there, amazing writers, amazing photographers.

But there is only one Charlotta Eve blog. And since I’ve found people stealing my content more than once, I guess I’m doing pretty good. And the fact that Elledecor.com featured me and my blog post in their post, I know I’m going in the right direction.

I’m proud of my blog and all the hard work I put into it.

Photos – Mia / Beauty Highlights

And now – I’m challenging you to tell me something that you’re proud of. Come on, praise yourself. It’s refreshing. What is something that you’re proud of?

Go on, exceed yourself

Let’s talk about something uncomfortable and shamefully personal.

And what’s more uncomfortable than the uncomfort zone? (I’m getting uncomfortable just writing about it.) You know, the zone where supposedly the magic happens? The place where you challenge yourself, learn new things, fail miserably, laugh, cry and also – grow.

I think I’m finally ready to step out of my comfort zone. And that might sound like such a small little thing, but it is huge. For me, anyway. And here’s where it gets personal.

Horrible yet necessary – going outside of your comfort zone

You see, I hate the uncomfort zone. I have not spent that much time in there – except for the years of depression and anxiety. That was uncomfortable times thousand. Or a million. And possibly one of the reasons I’ve avoided some things. I don’t know if it makes sense, but being so uncomfortable, sad, miserable, insecure and depressed – you kind of never want to go back. I only want to go forward. Not to talk about the fact that I still sometimes struggle with the feelings of anxiety.

Pinja’s cat managed to showcase the emotions so well I just had to take a photo.

But the uncomfort zone means owning up to those feelings. All of the feelings. You’re bound to feel insecure. You’re bound to feel sad. But you also get the opportunity to feel proud.

For some reason I have had this fear of trying new things and learning new skills. No, that’s not right.
I have the fear of failing and not being good enough.

Which, in paper, sounds so ridiculous it makes me want to jump in to the unknown. And that’s good. Because lately I have done just that. I have tried new things. I have challenged myself.

And as a small surprise for myself: I didn’t break. 

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I’ve stepped in the uncomfort zone

You know the movie “Yes Man”? I always thought it was such a clever idea. It’s fascinating what might happen, once you agree and just say yes. It’s more exciting than saying no. It presents an opportunity and opportunities are rarely bad (except when they come in the form of a very unprofessional email).

Lately I’ve been doing new things and putting myself in my personal uncomfort zone. I’ve made a fool of myself in a twerking class (I’m not quite the agile cat I thought I was), I’ve said yes to a new opportunity (even though my anxiety wanted to say no), I’ve went to a yoga class all by myself (I didn’t die) and I even tried boxing.

My hands almost bled in the boxing class, my heart rate got up to 170 bpm at one point, the gloves smelled disgusting, but guess what – I actually had fun. I laughed and succeeded. And want to go again.

I’m already noticing that one part of my brain is encouraging me: go on, try again.

About the twerking class – it’s so so difficult, embarrassing and fun. I honestly wanted to cry at some point, because I was so frustrated. And yet I’m already noticing that one part of my brain is encouraging me: go on, try again. I think I’m getting the whole buzz about the uncomfort zone now. The feeling of winning yourself is, well, super comfortable.

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When uncomfortable becomes comfortable

I used to hate waking up early and doing a workout first thing in the morning. I have these few particular moves I especially hated, they were so difficult to do and I hated not being able to do something properly.

I used to dread going out running when it was cold, raining or dark.

Used to.

Nowadays, I look forward to working out first thing in the morning. I love challenging myself and doing those moves that seemed so impossible in the beginning. I love going out for a run – no matter the weather. Running in the dark or cold doesn’t bother me like it used to. I have made some uncomfortable things more comfortable.

I know I’m mostly talking about exercising and sports here. Maybe that’s just an easy way to start? It honestly is. Challenging your body physically is easy, because you see the results with your own eyes. Doing something concrete is effective. You get this feeling: if I can do this, I can do anything.

The good feeling that exercising does goes way beyond looking fit and healthy. Being in shape makes me feel good. Exercising is possibly the most important thing when it comes to my mental health.

Go on, exceed yourself

I’m amazed at how the enthusiastic little child, who’s eager to learn new things and not at all afraid of falling down, is waking up in me and almost winning the calculative, shy adult side in me.

I guess I always thought that I would be perfectly fine where I am. That I didn’t need to do the things I was scared of. That I didn’t need to feel insecure or dumb.

But now I’m thinking, that’s where the fun happens.

If not for me, at least for all the other people in my class wondering what on earth is that girl with no sense of rhytm doing in a twerk-dance class.

To put it simply: She’s there to win.

 the uncomfort zone my experience

When was the last time you stepped out of your uncomfort zone?

thanks for photographing me Pinja

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