I’ve been away for a few days; I spent a long weekend away with some of my girls. I think my livers glad to be home and have a breather from the wine, although I did manage to get in some great exercise with swimming and lots of laughter. Those are some of my favourite things.
Now I’m back home, back to reality. I am about to embark on my first term at university, studying creative writing. Those who know me will know that this is not the first time I’ve started uni, but unfortunately losing my Dad and then being ill has made completing my academic studies somewhat difficult.
I am nervous. I am quite a shy, nervous person on first impressions. I often find it hard to find the right words, and then never know what to say. (For those who are my friends, they know me as quite the opposite.)
I am also not particularly looking forward to having little time for my own reading and writing, that isn’t related to my course. Although, I am looking forward to some challenges. I am trying to remain focused and enthusiastic.
For most of this year I’ve had a lot of time to think what I want to do with my life, what I want out of it. Yesterday I made some goals that will take me up to the end of next year.
Sort of like an early resolution list:
- Pass a term of uni.
- Query for book 1.
- Complete first draft of book 2 & other main project.
- Loose weight.
- Purchase a wireless printer.
- Have driving lessons.
- Be more financially stable.
- Decorate my bedroom.
- Go on holiday / book next dream destination.
- Keep reading.
- Experience new things.
- Make sure Mum is happy.
- Keep writing.
I’d like to think they are all achievable goals, and I really want them to happen.
My Mum said to me that she felt it was about time I took some time to do what I want, and because I know seeing me happy will make her so, I have agreed to try.