I’m back. After a couple of weeks of pigging out on chocolate and doing very little (who am I kidding? That’s been happening for months), I have decided to return a bit of normality to my life in the form of this blog. Now, I realise that my posts were few and far between towards the end of the year and I can only apologize. I just got distracted and lost interest. Eventhough I’m not going to make a promise to post every day like I did this time last year, I will make a conscious effort to update the blog regularly.
Since my last post, it was of course the birthday of the saviour; ‘Wheelchair Boy’. It was even more special this year as I was 21. Don’t get me wrong, it is great to reach that age and I am grateful as not everyone sadly makes it this far (sorry for being morbid) but I tend to get quite reflective as opposed to joyful around this time of year. I just end up looking at my life and thinking if it all was to end now, what would my obituary say. I don’t want to be simply known as ‘a passionate Arsenal supporter who skydived once’. I’d like there to be more but I’m struggling to think of anything.
However, I realise that the only person who can change the direction of my life is myself. I am the one who needs to knuckle down and get on with my book. I am the one who needs to try everything under the sun to get my own place and move out. I am the one who needs to find love (being single at 21 is actually becoming a little scary). I am the one who needs to actually finish writing a script instead of giving up. Basically, I just need to be proactive so that I get what I want in life. The only thing out of my hands is the fate of Arsenal but that’s football.
I hope everyone else had a great festive period and has set themselves some targets for 2015. Remember, it’s not about being a new person but just a better you.
Happy New Year one and all.
Bye for now!