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A Week of Celebrations

My day has gone as follows: me, waking up in a panic that I'd missed my train (and subsequently the release of my results). Me, eating a bacon sandwich happily with a couple of my flatmates feeling good about life. Me, realising it was half an hour until results were released. Me, nearly throwing up on the train. Me, getting said results.

All of the above have lead me to be sitting on my connection train with a small tipple I bought from Starbucks. Now, I'm not one of randomly deciding to drink at midday but today calls for it. Not only do I turn 21 tomorrow (eek), but I have just found out my uni results (double eek), and can confirm my place at the Uni of Kent (triple eek with cherries on top).

I am so, so proud of myself and my wonderful, brilliant, smart, and incredibly hard working friends. We have spent the large majority of our lives working towards grades and for all of us to have done so well is just fantastic. What's more, I simply could not have done it without them. Particularly my lovely little Miranda Gang, without whom there would be a significant lack of gifs and giggles.

This week is a milestone, for a number of reasons mentioned above. But I overwhelmingly feel so happy for the people around me and their achievements. I look at what everyone has thrown at them and yet, here they are, doing things - doing life.

It may be the wine adding extra mush to my emotions right now, but every single one of you should take a step back and look at one thing you've achieved recently. I don't just mean grades, or a ticked box. Just think about one thing that you could never think you could do and you've done it. 

 When I was diagnosed with syringomyelia in June 2012, I really did think I was slightly doomed. My AS levels didn't go to plan, and my A level grades suffered as a result but here I am, three years later with a first class degree with honours in English.

As always... "you're braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think." - A A Milne.

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