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A New Journey

I've been thinking a lot recently about jumping; the leap of faith, the leap into the unknown, 'not all those who wander are lost', all that stuff. Tomorrow I begin second year and quite frankly I'm quite scared about it. The workload is daunting, the fact that it counts for so much is daunting, and the whole 'need to sort work experience out right now this exact second' thing is daunting. That's not to say I'm not excited, because I really am. I can't wait to get back into the routine of lectures and learning and seeing the people on my course again (they're SUPER lovely people).

This year is a big'un because all my grades go towards my degree, I'm hopefully getting a job and it just feels like an important year. The people I mingle with, the people I'm living with, the people I meet and have met are all so impressionable and I feel like I'm shaping myself into who I want to be, finally. (Not to be all deep or anything.)

A while ago I wrote a list of things I wanted to do more. Though a lot of that still applies, there's never a bad time to write a list:

1) Be honest to yourself by being honest to people; you've started doing this and it equals the most lovely of feelings.
2) Soak up the sun, happiness and any goodness in your life.
3) Sleep when sleep is needed; listen to your body.
4) Work your ass of at university.
5) Be nice to everyone, unless they're horrid to you or your friends, then correct them.
6) Love yourself, your food and the lovely things that happen to you.
7) Money, though important, isn't everything; sometimes things are worth what they cost.
8) Be there for people, any time, anywhere.
9) Continue to stick to your guns and enjoy liking what you like.
10) Take what you have and embrace it; there are some gems right in front of your eyes.

P.S. 11) Listen to lots of Taylor Swift.

To adventure!

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