Don’t sweat the small stuff

 

People tend to take life too seriously, stressing about the small things. It is hard not to, do not get me wrong, I tend to let things get to me more then they should. However, I have started saying to myself, if this doesn’t actively affect my well being or my life in the long run, I will not let it get me down. Money, and work are a big factor in the stress department. Lately I have felt that people are getting lazier and I have to pick up the slack, and it is not fair really, especially when you are suppose to be a close knitted team. In the job I am in, if there is one loose thread then everything unravels and the pressure to keep everything running smoothly when tasks have not been correctly is so high. The burning in my chest began to build as I got myself more and more worked up and stressed over it all, until the other day. I had a revelation, I took a deep breath and thought to myself people are just imprudent and do not care so why should I work myself up about it. I just handle the situation and know that I am a better and hard working person that will get me far in life.

Life is short. You could get hit by a bus tomorrow, simple. Live for today not tomorrow as believe it or not tomorrow never comes around, mistakes will be made in the process but they will make you a bigger better person, shrug of the petty arguments and deal with the serious ones in your own time. Its your life, no one else has the capability to live it for you hence never let others make your decisions! Live your life to the maximum of your own potential! Don’t take any negativity  from anyone, as negativity comes from somewhere deep basically just have a laugh, after all ‘Life is only as serious as you make it’.

The smaller things in life.

 

A cluster of tiny twinkling lights,

a life is happening within..

Children playing, couples arguing,

talking, sleeping.

Peaceful and beautiful-

blissfully unaware of the torment

that could be happening within those

sparks of life…

The Music of an ICU

So, since being all inspired to starting writing again I thought I’d push my luck and try my hand at poetry.

The one thing I love about poetry is that you can experiment and mould it however you like, especially when it comes to its form which can dramatically add to the effect you want to have on the reader.

After spending endless hours of bashing my head against a brick wall I think I finally cracked it- this was all part of its fun I may admit. I was onto something, I just had to make as good as I possibly could. It is far from perfect and I am simply testing out the new world of poetry..

Dark and quite intense, this piece of writing, depicts a moment that I witnessed while working on the ICU. Emotionally straining there is also beauty within such an intensive care environment.. So here we go, I hope you like it…

The Music of an ICU

Machines singing in chorus
A life projected through sound

Bleep             bleep…

The harmonious choir echo’s in your thoughts

Bleeeeeep.

Flat line.
The sound every nurse dreads

Grab the crash cart.
Stand clear.

THUD

Silence.

Overwhelming silence.

Thank you to my good friend who read over it and helped me out!!

Changes..

Writing has always been a passion of mine, but lately I have felt disheartened. I had a few knock backs from people about my writing, complaining that I was not doing it right and I should change. This affected me more than I liked to admit, and I found myself making excuses. I know I have written a similar post previously, stating my excuses but honestly I’ve been stuck in an internal turmoil- wanting to write but then not feeling that I have a right to write. My best friend has inspired me and I owe her so much, she is such an amazing person and I love her to pieces.

My life has change a great deal since leaving University. I went back home and got a career in an office as a PA, which I was bullied out of after a few months. I was made to scan documents for 8 hours a day- mind numbingly tedious, the light started to fade from my eyes. The job description did not match what I was being made to do, so I would have left eventually but pride stopped me from quitting it. I can joke about it now, but I was in a pretty bad place at the time, especially when I was out of a job for two weeks- the time spent out of work felt like a life time and it made me feel worthless. It was an awful feeling and wouldn’t wish bullying in a work place on anyone, but sadly it happens all the time. I spent every day applying for any job, and eventually I got offered a job in a bar, which accepted. The people were great, I became more social outside of work and I started to feel myself again. So I thank all the people I met who made me feel my worth again.

I know this probably sounds like a ramble, but the point will become clear eventually, I promise.

I started blogging, one because I love writing and two because I wanted to help people. Most of my  posts have a feel good element with a philosophical approach. The thought of someone reading my entries and it made them feel, even a little better, made me feel content. I have a great deal of passion for helping people and I do so where ever I can. I am the non judgemental ear, the one that cares and will help in any way that I can. The satisfaction I gain from someone saying ‘thank you, you’ve made me feel better’ is indescribable. I have the desire to help, and throughout my years at school I was told I would not be good enough to be a nurse so gave that up on that pretty quickly. However, when I was at my lowest I applied for an apprenticeship as a health care assistant in the city I loved most. I forgot about it pretty quickly after applying and getting accepted as a bar assistant as I did not for a second think I would have been considered. As they say, there is no rainbow without the rain and there is always a light at the end of the storm and I finally believe it. I passed all the online assessments and was asked to attend an assessment day where we were given two scenarios with patients and we were tested on how we responded and communicated with people. I am happy to say I got offered the position and now work on an ICU, which for those who do not know, means Intensive Care Unit. I am not going to lie, it is very hard emotionally but the gratification you receive knowing you are physically helping is overwhelming. I have learnt so much over the last 7 months and my eyes have been opened to the world. It has made me appreciate life so much more. I am now in the midst of applying for a Masters in Nursing, as I feel I have so much more to give. Fingers crossed I will get onto the course, and it will be a tough three years but it will definitely be a journey worth taking- I am excited and ready to take the next step.

All you need in life is for people to believe in you, and I am so grateful that I have met such a wonderful inspiring person, we met 4 years ago in the lift of our accommodation and we have been best friends ever since. She has help me grow, fixed me back up when I am broken and even put up with my stubbornness and I love her to pieces! You know who you are, and I know you’ll read this and think OMG this is so much cheese, but I mean it and thank you never giving up on me as well as pestering me to start writing again! Our little coffee outing today inspired me!

Life does not always go to plan, mine didn’t. I had a position on a masters in Journalism which I turned down after feeling deflated about my skills and now I am working in the NHS in a job that I love which I am very passionate about. Life throws you curve balls, not to spite you, but to show you that you can handle anything that comes your way.

“Nothing can bring you peace but yourself. Nothing can bring you peace but the triumph of principles.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson

I’ve not written in a long time, I find myself making excuses why not to write. I’ve been told I am unoriginal, that I have shit grammar and punctuation. Added factors to my decision, but also laziness and generally life getting in the way. Everything that I live for, crushed in one breath ‘you’re not original, so you will really struggle with that’. Soul crushing. You go through life, with people thinking they are better than you. Trampling on people, making them feel worthless. You are going to say it to the wrong person one day, and you’re going to have the shock of your life.

To be honest, I feel lost. I finally admitted it to myself when asked why I wanted to do something. No legitimate reason passed my lips, I just couldn’t reply. For the first time in my life, I was mute. Everything that I had imagined I wanted to do, gone, puff.. I couldn’t back up my decision with a liable reason. Leading to questions, driving me slowly insane. I fear I am just going to be another person on this planet, who doesn’t have an dreams or desires idling through until they reach the finish line. In fact, that is a lie. I do have desires. It is to make a change in this world. Or at least leave at least a small impression on society. I want to help people. Since I can remember, I have always been there for people. Lightening their burden, listening, giving advice if I can; just being that person who tells them that everything will be okay. The time has come where I am just about to finish university and have no clue which direction to go in. My family are going through a hard time, and there is physically nothing I can do to help. I am stuck with a degree which may or may not be worthless to me at this point. I can imagine that most students go through this crisis, in fact I know a few who are, and I am always telling them that it’ll be okay, that everything that will work out in the end. The thing that scares me the most is I could see a way through the abyss of darkness until recently. All of a sudden my light has gone out. I feel alone in the darkness, with no direction. Its been a tough day, and I think all I needed was my friends, and they let me down. They made the darkness even more overwhelming as I faded into the distance. When they noticed I was trailing behind, they called me over like a pet of theirs, come here boy, come on. They all laughed, Why?…When I finally caught up, I wasn’t asked once if I was okay, I tried to get involved within conversation and got completely ignored, like I was a ghost. I would always stop and ask, make sure that they were okay – There is always a reason for a persons behavior especially if its out of character – apparently the same rules do not apply to me, and it hurts. I couldn’t feel more alone right now, maybe after sleep I’ll feel better. I guess it just emphasises how you can never rely on anyone but yourself. I am usually a really positive person, but lately I have found it difficult to take the advice that I so freely give out to those who need some encouragement or a little push in the right direction. I am sorry if you’ve managed to stumble across this. I have not put tags onto it because It was purely for a cathartic purpose, and I know that is not what people want to read.

Success is not Final, Failure is not Fatal…

 

There is nothing more upsetting than setting your hopes onto your dream and it not work out. Usually I am not phased by getting ignored or rejected by employers, but this time was different. It was my dream job, something I want so bad and to make it worse, I got through to the second stage.. I was so close I could almost taste it, then it all came crashing down. Right now I just feel like giving up. I know I wont, but its a simple case of what to do next. I have a masters position as my back up, but how am I going to afford to do that?! I just have to get up and brush myself off, and start again as Winston Churchill once said

 

‘ success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm’.

I am not going to let go of my dream of being a journalist after this knock back. I wont let it defeat me. Everyone will have had numerous hurdles in their life, but don’t let it stop you, leap right over them, and if you fall on your way, make sure you pick yourself back up again, this time you will be stronger! A friend told me today that Walt Disney was fired from a newspaper company for having a lack of creativity and the founder of KFC was rejected 1009 times before his recipe was accepted by a company, and look how far they came! I’m going to use the emotions of this rejection to give me strength and determination to get to the place where I want to be. The biggest barrier which prevents people from succeeding is the constant fear of failure. Failure can go suck it, at least you can say you’ve been active in your life, if you keep on trying.

Leeds Festival!!

I know I am very behind, I’ve been meaning to do this for a while.. I have now finally got my ass into gear and decided it is about time I share one of the best experiences of my life! And this is where I start from the very beginning…

I have, since I can remember always wanted to volunteer at a festival. With this though comes applications, pressure and uncertainties. It is this which I have always shied away from. The fear of my application being rejected, always put me off applying for things. Walking through the college canteen I was stopped by previous festival volunteers handing out leaflets to sign up for the job this year. So I signed up and was given details of how to apply. I was in two mind sets about it and for a few days.  I forgot about it for a short while, then all of a sudden I was sat at my desk and thought, screw it I need to be active in my life and start getting over my fears. I sat with the application on my computer screen for a while with the cursor flickering.. I was so nervous but all of a sudden I just started typing. Before I knew it I had pressed submit without a second thought!.. As always I was in a negative mind frame, as a shield in case of disappointment.. it would have been to much of a knock to my already low confidence level. It was a massive shock when I heard back a few days later with an offer of an interview. I was over the moon, so very happy. This was definitely the positive boost I needed,

Really nervous I headed into Headingly (I felt like I was heading into the unknown for two reasons. 1. I had never been into headingly before and had no idea where I was going and 2. I had no idea what to expect when I got there), I was dressed in a shirt and work trousers, thinking it would be really formal, to later realise that it was a group interview with people turning up in commando shorts and tees. So I definitely felt very overdressed. It was a very relaxed interview with group activities to see if we worked well in teams and how we are in a group of people we did not know. Turn out I got the position of HAT which I found out the next day. To think hundreds of people applied for that position and only 60 got a place, I felt extremely privileged and so very excited! One problem, I was now nervous about meeting new people and whether I would be any good at the position I was given. Okay so I will now cut to the chase and finally tell you about my experience at my first ever festival…

So, who agree with me.. If something need doing, you’ll be like, ah its ages away I have plenty of time and then before you know it you have 2 days to prepare. This is me all over and alarm bells definitely rang when I hadn’t even done a test run of putting my tent up. In my defense it was my brothers tent and he’d decided to lend it to his friends family I didn’t have a choice but to panic until I finally got it back. I pestered my brother into showing me how it was done, he finally caved and it looked pretty easy. Sorted. It actually took less time to put it up when we actually got there. It is definitely a two man job, so thank you to my roomie for helping me 😀 This was my home for the next 5 days. Everyone had camped in a circle so gave it a very welcoming homely feel to it, it was like our little festival village!

I made the rookie error of only taking a sleeping mat with me to the festival, I regretted it instantly. It was pretty much like sleeping directly on the floor, i may as well not have taken it in the first place. But i survived to tell the tale. Everyone was really friendly and I got along with everyone straight away. Cracking open a beer and it wasn’t even 3pm yet. What can say, bunch of rebels haha.. It was so much fun everyone got a lot so well and we just sat in a circle drinking cider and getting to know each other. This is where I got very snap happy so be prepared to be bombarded by many images 😀

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

These are the first people I met, one being my roomie other being my neighbors and also two of these girlies were in my shift group so we literally spent every second in each others pockets. The weather was amazing I couldn’t have asked for better weather. Like an idiot I forgot to pack sunglasses,  I was pretty devastated considering the weather was brilliant and we were currently chilling in the middle of a field. Perfect tanning weather. There is a funny story about that actually but you’ll have to read on to find out 😛 Day one and we all look so fresh, wish i carried on looking that clean by the end of it… Luckily one of my friends lent me hers because she had spares, it was such a lovely gesture considering id only known her for about an hour. I was pretty apprehensive about making friends considering most people had already met before at Latitude and i thought everyone would already have their own little groups. Turned out I fit in quite well and I even managed to acquire a nickname after only a few hours of being there. This nickname stuck throughout the entirety of my festival experience. Top banter being called Alan at the expense of irony…having short hair, a flat chest and big penis. I was introduce to everyone as Alan, to the extent that some people actually thought I was call Alan. Do I really look like a boy people? 😛 It also turned out to be one of the most popular names to be shouted at a festival so that was pretty amusing.

A few of us went for a wander back to the main stretch because as all of us know everything looks different at night. It was suck a beautiful sight fair rides with multicoloured lights glowing in the midst. It added such a relaxed chilled out feeling. You can hear the buzz of conversation and laughter, there was so much going on we didn’t know where to go next. I figured out later on in the week that Rum and roller coasters do not mix at all.. but ill get to that later on. We headed back to camp to see what was going on and chill with a cider or two for the night.

Everybody know that a camping experience is not complete without a camp fire and someone playing the guitar. Everyone sat round in a circle with the fire in the middle, starting up bbqs and drinking beer/cider having such a laugh. It was like a proper little family atmosphere. Drunken antics are always amusing. Some people more drunk than others. Sometimes its good just to watch from the sidelines. The permanent marker came out and peoples tents got attacked by many different images it was quite funny tents with phallic pictures. That sure looks comical in the morning. All in the name of banter hey. The handmade beer bong came out.  A funnel, a hanging basket and part of a hose. Was pretty epic. I didn’t want an even worse headache in the morning, because I am obviously not hardcore, so I let everyone else have a go 😛  I headed to bed, well to my very uncomfortable floor bed. Sleep wasn’t easy to come by and it didn’t change the whole time I wast there. Running off adrenalin hell yeah!

We woke up to beautiful sunshine. The best feeling ever is waking up to good weather. We all got handed wristbands t-shirts and hoodies this allowed us to access all parts of the arena. We were split up into groups of 5 and a tour around the whole festival was organised by our managers and we were shown around by our team leaders. It was such a picturesque scene, I got goose bumped due to the amount of people that were at the other end of the festival. It was breathe taking. I was so lucky to get such an amazing chance to show how excel in such roles.

The amount of tents was mental! I had never seen so many in one place before. It was so colourful and beautiful. The atmosphere was immense!! There was so many people it was crazy!.. it from from here I knew I was going to have the time of my life.

We walked all the way down to the bottom, incorporated in the sea of people. We were part this crazy experience. I had never been to a festival before this so i did not know what to expect. My mind was blown when i saw all the tents compiled together, hardly space to walk. Now that is dedication. I got a massive buzz and was high on life! I was like a child at Christmas.

The site is soo big, its crazy but after the tour we headed back to camp and we were allowed to relax for a few hours before we were given our first shift. Before every shift we had to meet at the shed in the arena where we were given information sashes. We were placed at the main entrance. Because it was only the beginning of the festival and most of the arena was closed there wasn’t many people wandering about. Shifts got better as the days went on though. People got more and more drunk and shifts became funny and quite exciting. We came across something everyday.  Drunk people are crazy and know no boundaries. Due to our INFORMATION sashes and because we were a group of girls. We were approached by very drunk lads asking us personal question. For example. ‘How big are your tits’ ‘Can I feel’ ‘will you come back to my tent’ it was pretty amusing as we rejected all of them as they tried digging for information. but apparently the information we were giving away wasn’t what they wanted  to hear. This happened at least twice a shift. Something we just laughed off and it kept us entertained.

This was our little team 🙂 there was 2 others and our team leader, but we were slit into two groups! unfortunately one had to go home

early so it was the power of two from then on. We were C+ 😉 I couldn’t ask for a better group of people to work with. We got on so well which made shifts a lot more fun. Dancing, singing, giving out information. There was never a dull moment.

We were one of the first people that were allowed near main stage. We thought we would take full advantage and get a picture in front of it while it was till quiet and still green. It didnt stay green for long. This was the last time it was fresh looking. And was definitely the last time it was so quiet.

We also got one of all of us. which you can see below.

The picture isnt very good quality I’m afraid. I thought i could enlarge it but unfortunately it wont go any bigger than this.. sorry guys. You

can see here though that there was quite a few of us. This was from all areas so some of us are H.A.Ts some mangers, leaders, stage crew etc. This was the one and only time we were all ever in the same place at the same time!

After we finished our shifts we were allowed to relax and enjoy the festival experience. Getting involved with the crowds and having a good time.

I met the most amazing people ever and we spend all our free time in each others pockets. Not literally of course 😛 We were like a little festival family. This was taken during We are the in Crowd. I love these guys, such great people! If i had to put it down

to anything, my experience was made by how great the people were. I felt pretty lucky to have met them. It was such a good day!!  We got all the way to the front, so they were close enough to touch!

Festival buddies, and friends for life! We became pretty close throughout the festival. This girl here is a legend! She was the girl I literally spend 24/7 with.. Had such a good laugh with her, both on and off shift. Sorry for getting watch tower stuck in my head and repeating singing the same line 😛 was technically your fault though! 😀 haha… I got a major tan those two sunny days, and I had the funniest tan lines ever. My friends wouldnt ever let it drop and it even added a smile to some peoples day. Those who know me, know that i wear my fringe over one side of my face, well the sun obviously couldnt get to that part of my face, so i had half a tanned face and the other half was white, yay! Haha, It was pretty embarrassing but I then decided to just take the mick out of myself and add to the banter. It was funny.

That evening the heavens opened and i actually thought my tent would have sailed away. Very much a downer and such a fabulous day! I am now glad that i took the tent thing seriously and used an expensive one, not just a pop up one. (even though that would have been easier to put up :P) I got soaked through. My wellies which i spend £20 on didn’t even keep the water out! I was literally a drowned rat. Very depressed and wet. My pet hate is having wet feet, and when i took my wellies off in the food tent, i literally poured out like half a litre of water. It made me sad haha. Sat chilling in the food tent with everyone drinking cider to drown our sorrows. Thought we were safe from the rain in there. turns out we were not. the tent flooded and we were now sat in a pool of water. Luckily my tent survived the terrible down pour.

I opened my tent to those whose tents got destroyed and gave them a place to stay for the night. Woke up in the morning to find a mud bath!! As the day went on it got worse. People were losing their shoes and wellies in it, it was that bad. You cant even see our feet here, it was that bad. Many times i nearly face planted it. I am so glad I didn’t otherwise i wouldn’t have been a very happy bunny! Walking from one side of the arena became a challenge in itself. The battle of who can keep hold of their wellies. It was all a laugh though!!

Night of skrillex, the weather was terrible, but it didnt dampen our spirits we were outside dancing in the rain. We “skanked” and whipped out the classic big fish little fish.. i even created a wiggle dance :p please were all static until we started going mental, and then everyone followed dancing the night away. It was the best night so far. Getting drunk off rum and going mental dancing, I also persuaded that it would be a good idea to go onto a few roller coaster, and oh boy did I regret it. Rum and Roller coasters do not mix.. not for me anyways, everyone else was fine.. no word of lie i felt very fragile after that.. but it didnt stop me from having such an epic night!

The last night was pretty eventful, with Eminem ending the whole festival experience the was hardly any space to move. It was fancy dress that day and after shift I didn’t have time to change so I was dressed as a sailor while watching Eminem. Bet that was a sight! People must have camped out there for hours to get a decent spot because by the time I got there it was literally a sea of people. The atmosphere was pretty immense, as Eminem was about the enter the stage the crowd roared, going wild. I got goosebumps! It was crazy how the audience responded. After

  

So after Eminem had closed, we made our way down to Piccadilly Circus. All buzzed and excited after that brilliant experience I had no idea the night would turn out how it did. In the medical tent. Its so funny looking back on it now but oh my gosh. It was terrible at the time, It was more the shock than anything. But damn it hurt. So who here has watch the Vicar of Dibley? The one where shes being a complete child jumping in puddles, then all of a sudden she gets consumed by one? Funniest thing to watch ever! that happened to me. apart from i was casually just walking i was there one minute and not the next. I didn’t know what had happened I just disappeared in a hole of mud. I did not even see it coming. I decided it would be best to go back to camp as I was on the verge of tears, it really hurt! and I got stopped by a security man who told me I was bleeding. That was interesting. I got taken the the first aid tent and I apparently rang my mum saying I had a hole in my leg, of which I don’t remember saying. Sorry mum for worrying you! I must have looked a sight. in a sailors outfit with mud up to my waist and smelling soo grim! Met my friends who carried me back to our camp, I had been given ibru by one of the security guys.. whether or not it was is a different matter entirely! I was so giddy, proper high on life. a dramatic change to what I was feeling before that. But I was innocent in the whole matter! I woke up in the morning with a massive bruise, looked like id grown a bigger ass!

   This was my war wound! Kinda proud of it, and its always a funny story to tell even though it killed like hell for weeks.. I have a battle scar from a festival. It would only happen to me wouldn’t it haha. I arrived home on the monday with major post festival blues, and I still wish i could go back and do it all over again. it was the best experience of my life! Can not wait to do it again next year!!  I met people who changed my life. Made my life brighter and happier. So happy I met them.Those people know who they are 🙂

Sorry this has been a very long blog post, but I just had so much to say

Here are a few more pics from my experience, those of which dont have much explaining to go with.

Thank you for taking the time to read this 🙂

sorry about how images have been placed, they are stubborn and wont go where i want them too!

Growing apart

Growing apart. One of the worst feelings ever. Lately I’ve had the feeling that I’ve been growing apart from someone very close to me. We use to tell each other everything we were like the best of friends so close, nothing came between us..no judgement only kindness and support. Things recently changed in her life and the friendship we had has never been the same since. Its not her fault, or anyone elses for that matter, she has bigger and more important priorities now and i look up to her so much for it all, she doesn’t need to put up with all my crap. and its because of this that I feel like we are becoming strangers even though we talk everyday.. but not like we use too.. I feel lost and scared. I’m becoming a stranger to her as much as she is to me.. I don’t feel like I can talk to her about things like I use to.. She’s got so much going on in her life I don’t want her to worry about me..I’ve known her all my life she’s always been there for me as I have for her. She is my role model. I look up to her because she is such a strong person. She is my best friend and my mother and I miss her!

Mistakes are never truly a bad thing…

Mistakes. Everyone’s made them. It means you are out there experiencing life! People may advise you that they think something you are about to do is going to be a mistake or that you’ll come to regret it. But the truth is, you have to make the the wrong decision before you can learn from it. Knowing from experience, I’ve been told on many occasions that something would be the wrong idea but no I had to do it anyway and learn for myself. You may go on and on making the similar wrong choices over again. This doesn’t make you a bad person. most people would turn round and say, well it wasn’t a mistake, it

 was my choice; I knew the consequences and I chose to live for now and deal with the consequen
ces later. People never truly know you. How you react to a situation, will be entirely different to how someone else will. So one mans mistake will be another mans victory. You are not alone, we are all human and all make the wrong choices, some turn out bigger than others but we all deal with them at some point in your life. If you feel like you’ve never made a mistake, you either have never tried anything new, or never taken a risk or think you are perfect. And because the way humans are wired, we all have had our fair share of knockdowns, the above statement will only apply to a very niche amount of people and no one is perfect. Perfection lies in the eyes of the beholder… every decision made, good or bad ultimately leads you to where you are suppose to be and makes who you are today.. Life is a journey full of decisions. Each decision will open up a new pathway adding new elements to your life. Remember mistakes are not a bad thing. Everyone makes them!

Questions..

Questions, one constant thing in a persons life. Thousands of questions will be asked in a life time. But its the questions that we ask ourselves that can be the most damaging. They can kick start over thinking and worrying. From experience I know that over thinking can be a bad thing as it can stop you from doing may things in your life.  ‘What if’ is a double barreled term which, both a positive and negative term. It is used by most and can probably be seen as one of the most common questions that people ask themselves. ‘What if’ I did that differently or what would/ could have happened if I had have done that..Life is too short to question past decisions. They were made for a reason and at the time you could have justified them but maybe the justification for those decisions have been lost along the way. It can also be used in a powerful way. Instead of going straight to the no i cant do this, say to yourself what if i was to… and how amazing that experience could be. It will uncover a whole new world of possibilities which you didn’t believe could ever happen. I, like so many people take the easy option of the back seat, and maybe that just isn’t enough anymore. I need to take risks and live for the day. Cliche I know! but true…remove the cant with a can or include a but.. I cant but.. it changes everything, opens so many doors. Be positive and be active towards life. This started for me when i volunteered for a festival. I was so negative, thinking I would never get it as there are people out there better than I for the position. But I bit the bullet and applied, I was so nervous and turns out I would in fact get an interview and later find out I was part of the volunteering team. Its a little step I know, but the world wasn’t built in a day, and changes don’t just happen over night. It turns out that It was the best experience of my life so far. Met amazing people and had the time of my life.. take little steps and it could lead you to a happier more exciting life.. Dont hold back, what do you have to lose??