First is always the worst…

I may be alone in thinking this, but starting something is always the worst. Once you are up and away with it, there is no problem, but it’s the initial starting of something which defeats so many of us. I’ve been attempting to start blogging for far too long. I set up my blog nearly 6 months ago, and this is my first post. But like i said, I’ve started now, so the rest should be easy – I hope.

 *10 minute  break later*

After getting the necessities; cup of tea and entire pack of ginger nuts, I can only feel positive about the future of this blog. I can’t promise my content will be of everyone’s choice, nor can I be sure that it will even be read by many (possibly only the family members I’ve emailed this link to), but nonetheless, I’m optimistic. See it  more of a Bridget Jones’ Diary format, just without the transparent blouses, bunny outfits and of course Hugh or Colin. Clearly used a bad example already. Let’s just say, I’ll be writing about this, that and everything in between.

Hope I haven’t made too many of you leave already. 


Third year lucky?

I’m a final year student.

That in itself is terrifying to write. I’m one year away from embarking on what is supposed to be the beginning of the rest of my life. Exciting eh?

Actually, no.

The mere idea that within the next year I’m supposed to be landed on my feet, out in the big bad world, fills me with terror.

I’m an ambitious, strong-minded 20-year-old, don’t get me wrong, but is that really what differs me from the crowd?

What separates me from the muddled crowd, is my writing. Or more so, in real terms – I hope my writing is good enough to separate me.

And so writing should be nothing less than natural for me. Which it is. But it is finding the time which is so unnatural.

Fitting in an entire series of Grey’s Anatomy could be easily slotted in on a weekly basis, however finding the time to invest in my future and work on my blog, not to easy.

Do I really need another kick up the bum into working on my blog? No.

*Pulls self together*

Final and last call for Rosa Grantham (to do what in actual fact she loves) to write!

I’m sure I can handle this.