It’s not surprising that January is considered to be the most depressing month of the year. One too many mince pies at Christmas caused us to gain a few pounds, and our New Year’s resolutions are already long forgotten. Christmas is such a happy, joyful time surrounded by the 3 vital f’s: family, friends and food. So when that’s all over, is it any wonder that we’re left feeling a bit lost, not really knowing what to do with ourselves?
The dreaded 23 is slowly but surely approaching, and I’m shitting my knickers. 22 has been full of madness and fun and life lessons and me skipping around singing “I’m feeling twenty-twooo” but the age 23 just reminds me of Blink 182’s ‘What’s My Age Again?’ in which it’s repeated that ‘nobody likes you when you’re twenty-three’.
It’s funny how time heals practically all wounds. This time last month I was an absolute mess, but thank heavens I’m back to my normal self again now, and it feels bloody fantastic. It’s taken time, but I’ve kept busy and had plenty of fun and interesting experiences over the last couple of weeks and I can safely say that all is well again.
I’m aware that the title of this post makes my blog now seem like some kind of trashy network marketing scam – but rest assured, that is not the case. It’s merely a post discussing freelance writing and how it’s actually a viable option of work when you’re a student.
I wasn’t sure what exactly to write about today, considering it’s my first post and all (well, I did have this blog before but for some reason all my old posts have been deleted). Anyway, my life has basically been uni since I started in September, so I thought it appropriate to write about that.