Hi...

I'm Eva and I'm writing a blog on behalf of The Busy Girls Guide - have a look, see what you think... I live in Manchester (UK) with himself (my ever patient boyf) and the dog. We have a relatively ridiculous life, in the sense that we never stop (both of us) running around like headless chickens - we're sooo busy.

So, I guess in that sense I'm definitely qualified to be a busy girl blogger. And I like writing (well, I love talking and writing's just another way of getting my word quota out there!) and I love speaking my mind and I also feel that blogging is a bit like therapy really - isn't it? Like, you write and get it all out of your head and then things somehow feel less stressful. Maybe that's just me.

For those of you who have read my blog before on The Busy Girls Guide you may be wondering whether the group hypnotherapy I had is still working... To find out, I kind of have to think about it, 'have I been calmer? more confident? how do I feel today?' Yes, I guess that it is still working. Quite amazing really. Even my mum has decided that she wants to go now, as she thinks there's been a good change in me (for those of you that didn't read about it - I went for group hypnotherapy - my account of it's here My Busy Blog.

Anyway, last night I was doing my usual soul-searching, at about 10.30pm when I should have been thinking of sleep, not my Youniverse! I was beating myself up a bit about an old friend of mine whose wedding I didn't go to a year ago. Basically, she was a really good friend from school and one of the first to get married of a big group of us. She sent me the invitation and I was delighted to have been invited along, but then a couple of days before, I felt really tired. You know when you can't wait for the weekend to come round and you're just really looking forward to doing nothing for a couple of days.

So, I was really looking forward to a two day break at home when I suddenly realised that I had a wedding to go to, like 400 miles away, by car. I couldn't get the thought out of my head that I didn't want to go. Anyway, long story short, I didn't go. I called and apologied, but I felt really relieved, which is bad isn't it?

The reason I'm telling you this, is because I think us girls are really bad at storing guilt. We seem to be able to hold onto the guilt from things that we did or didn't do in the past for ages. Like an ex-boyfriend whose heart I know I broke. I still feel really awful sometimes now, even though I have no feelings for him, and know that I did the right thing not being with him. Maybe it's because I know what it's like to have a broken heart, and the Guilt (there it is again) at having done it myself has remained.

Anyway, I feel I need to do something about this guilt thing - maybe it's something you can sort yourself, well, it definitely is, but I asked the experts at The Busy Girls Guide to help me out. See what they advised me to do here.

Have a wonderful week and enjoy your weekend - next week - did I rid my guilt?

Lots of love

Eva xxx

PS_ I'm blogging here and on the guide now, but they're the same from now on, so take your pick Busy Girls...