There's always something about this time of year that makes me very reflective. I've taken some time out in the last couple of days to reassess what matters most to and what I need to do to be where I want to be. Maybe it's because this week is my birthday week or maybe it's just because we are half way through the year. Whilst the last 6 months have been possibly the most rewarding, I've also had to overcome a lot of problems. I think it's safe to say that whilst April/May felt like I was fighting a losing battle with my anxiety, June was the month I took back control. This month, I sat my final exams for my LPC and started working full time in a job that I adore and have dreamed of doing since I was 12. It's quite scary that I'm now in full time employment, but at the same time I feel like I'm finally starting to do what I've wanted to do for so long. The cruelest thing about anxiety is that it makes you stop doing what you love to do. I feel like for the last 6 months I've neglected everything I love to do. I've focused soley on university, and attempted to deal with my anxiety all by myself. Now that I've finally built up some courage and undergone CBT, I feel like my old self again. So to make up for lost time, I'm determined the next 6 months are going to be a different story. I'm just going to focus on having fun.
This month I've learnt:
- You might not feel like it at the time, but bad times can really give you the kick you need and make you focus on what you want the most.
- Bloggers, cocktails, and cupcakes are a dangerous combination. Top that off with having my first Nando's experience, and it's obvious that bloggers make the best friends.
- Millie Macintosh is literally perfect. It's honestly not fair that someone so pretty, with such an amazing wardrobe, can also be a fabulous cook too!
- Out of all the sport's in the world, football is the one I am least interested in. On a side note, Kim Sears ever gets fed up of watching Andy Murray play tennis, I'll happily step in.
- I was clearly meant to live in England. I don't do well with periods longer than 7 days in heat. By heat I mean 19 degrees or above. That's practically arctic for some of you!