I mean, I'm nineteen years old now. I've been to Dans le Noir twice, my sister is sixteen, my parents are a pain in the arse, my friends are too far away, and all I have to energy to do at the moment is move from bed to sofa and watch tv, or go to work and stand around moaning to customers that I don't do much. Isn't it time someone slapped me around the head and went 'listen up, you're still young, you need to go out, meet people, make mistakes, LOADS OF THEM'? Where is my life coach?
Then I realise, I'm meant to be my own life coach. I'm back at University for round 2 soon and I've decided this is how it's going to go. I don't need money to have a good time, all I need is like a bottle of vodka and a crate of cider and my friends. I'm going to dance until my feet hurt, and kiss strangers and not give a crap about my hair when it starts raining. I need to stop dwelling on what's already happened and stressing about what's still to come. I need to enjoy these present moments for what they are. I might never get these opportunities again, or I might get hundreds but every moment is unique, I have never been in this moment before and I will never be in this moment again, and it's about time we celebrate these little moments of writing a blog post post-meditation with the dog sprawled across my feet and my little sister sprinting off to be with her friends and with Gotham on the TV whilst I consider ironing after I post this.
It's time to celebrate every moment whilst it's still in our grasp, and enjoy the times in the past I have already done that.
Thanks guys, have a good afternoon, sorry for the deep ramble!