I FELT liked I’d been punched in the stomach on Friday.
For about five or ten minutes, I felt short of breath and just absolutely gutted.
Because I couldn’t spot my blog name you see.
I couldn’t spot Pouting In Heels on a list of blogs that had made the finals for a major blogging award.
And I couldn’t spot Pouting In Heels because I hadn’t made it.
Boo blinkin’ hoo, my beloved blog hadn’t made the cut.
My blog didn’t make the final five in the writer category for the BiBs 2015 and even though I wanted to be ok with it, even though I thought I would be ok with it, the reality is, I wasn’t.
The reality is, it bloody stung.
The reality is, I felt wounded.