Everything feels a little strange to me at the moment, often when one thing starts to go right other things fall apart, seemingly out of my control. Today though, while my stress levels soar after a difficult lesson of shorthand and life is feeling generally confusing, I choose to look at the positive.
I like where I'm headed. Being a trainee journalist and looking to a future of being a fully blown, bells and whistles journalist (my reporting/subbing teacher would tell me off for that pile of cliches) feels good. Journalism and writing is all I've wanted since I gave up my dream of being in a pop-band with my best friend, Eve.
My new friends are the absolute dogs bollocks. I went to see Les Mis with a couple of them last night and golly it was good. (Anne Hathaway makes a marvelous sad prostitute). We went to Nandos beforehand and I ate chicken in a restaurant for the first time in probably A GAZILLION years. I didn't tell them I had a chicken phobia though so this'll be the first they hear of it. I'm very deceptive, me.
Everyone on the course is excellent and lovely. Without wanting to make my reader vomit, I don't think we could have put together a better group. High five.
Finally, I feel good about myself and confident in an authentic way that I haven't in a long time. Although shorthand may be difficult and finding stories may be alien and a little scary, I do think I can do this. And I think I can do it by myself too.
See you next time when I'll be listing all the terrible things about my life. (I'm joking, I won't do that) (maybe).
(I'm so weird)