Introduction
Being released from education's embrace into, dare I say it, the 'real world'? As graduation looms, a series of questions about my studies, as you can imagine, constantly buzzed throughout the festive period. No, I don’t entirely know what I’m doing when I finish yet. Yes, maybe I am thinking about doing a Masters. And yes, maybe it is so I can postpone adulthood for another year. No wonder so much wine was consumed that day. I refrain from thinking about the future too much, partially because I don't exactly have the time to when my head is swirling with novels, poetry, plays, and assignments. mainly because you cannot control the future, or the past. All we have is this present moment. The years continue to fly by. I remember starting my first year and, despite the inevitable nervousness, feeling like I was just where I needed to be. I soon began drowning in work, which has not stopped, but I may be one of the rare students that thoroughly, and genuinely, enjoys writing long essays and researching/reading/learning at all hours of the day and night. Knowledge really is power and I am always grateful to be able to experience education.
I must add that I don’t necessarily count my second year after being absent for the majority of it many thanks to a sudden head injury. But despite the unsightly neck-brace, the decline in my mental health, mobility issues, bleeding on the brain, temporary sense loss, the fact hat I had to teach myself/catch up on a lot of work - not to mention battling my on-going eating disorder and other demons - I managed to proudly finish the year with exceptional grades. So in comparison, completing my final year will hopefully be a breeze!!
I thought I'd start this year with a blog where I can discuss whatever my mind decides to wander to in order to help, inspire, empower, and/or inform my readers. I hope to grow in confidence to share my poetry with you too. I remember in school when I started a ‘Sky Blog’ that consisted purely of pictures of the sky that I took every morning at about 7am, whilst I waited for the bus, over a period of about 5 months. I deleted it out of embarrassment, or fear that someone may find it and taunt me forever. But looking back now, it was actually quite a cute idea. It is oddly comforting looking at something so beautiful and vast, and feeling so powerful yet insignificant. I still have some of the pictures and I like to look at them sometimes. I will be sure to include them on this page at some point. Seeing how the environment changed around me over the course of those months, from dark winter sunrises to pleasant spring mornings, makes me feel nostalgic for something, but I'm not entirely sure what. Ground yourself in the present moment and your surroundings.
I hope this blog does not end the same way that silly old picture blog did.
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