What a difference a week makes!

Last week, as shown from my last post, I was in such a negative frame of mind, and went really far down in the dumps.
This week? Had an interview with Chi uni, who will allow me to join them at second year, and in the meantime, have let me join both pops and the symphony orchestra!
Had my Lush interview, and have a trial shift, and if I do well, I'm straight on the payroll!
I have an appointment to get a new passport, which means my provisional and crb check will be a lot easier to do.
I feel so motivated to practice, (which I haven't felt for a long time) and I feel for the first time in a couple of years, that I am moving in the right direction. I needed the down to realise the up. God has given me strength to move on to the right path.
Life is moving forward :)

Making the best of a bad situation

I got my results for my resits today. I failed. The weird thing was that I wasn't upset about it, I was just fuming, and so angry!
It is so demoralising to have to say you are a failure. It is so hard to pick yourself up from it, however some of the best opportunities come from a difficult situation.
It has put many things into perspective in my life though. I should not take my education for granted. I can't sit on my arse and expect things to fall in my hands. I have to work hard for these things to happen.
Now I have a big decision ahead of me. Do I repeat third year straight away? This would mean finding a house at the last minute, being with certain people in third year that I detest.
OR defer a year, apply for both Chichester and Canterbury universities. This way I would have the opportunity to make a fresh start for my third year, to a university which is on my doorstep, but with the higher fees.
My friends will be getting an earful from me for the next two weeks! God will guide the way.
Wish me luck!

Body Matters

Went in to Curves this morning to have my weigh and measure, and this month lost 4 pounds and 4.75 inches!
I'm really proud of myself at the moment, and I really believe that I can do this! Putting my results sheet on the fridge :D

Another, more worrying thing I had today was my doctor's appointment. I noticed a difference in my breasts, and straight away went to the doctors. My doctor checked me out, and gave me the all clear. I felt a bit silly earlier, like I've wasted my doctor's time.
Maybe I was being a worry wort, but my mum died of breast cancer, so I always believe in absolute vigilance. I think we deserve it to ourselves to be vigilant, it shows that we love and respect our bodies enough to do something about it.
Thinking about it now, I feel I have proved to myself that I love my body enough to care. That for me is an achievement.

So if I can be cheeky enough to give advice, check yourself every month, because your body is worth the care. x

They grow up too quickly!!!

Yesterday was my brother's first day at senior school. Dad and I were nervous for him, as he isn't very good with change. Daniel comes home, bright as a button, wondering what all my commotion was about!
I used to really get exasperated at the comments, "oh haven't you grown!" ( I still find this ironic) " I remember when you were that tall" and having grown ups worry for no apparent reason. Why did they wanna know what happened at school? Why did they care if we wore our uniform out to play?
I now perfectly understand. Being a sister makes me say and do all these things myself. Yes, I need to make sure I don't bore my brother to death, but also I now have a better understanding of why. The people asking these questions care, and are proud to know us.
So next time, when someone mentions that they remember when you were that tall, take it as a compliment. They are very proud of you.