A Wee Life Update

I’ve been ‘uhmm-ing and ahh-ing’ over writing this post for a long time now – whether or not to write it, to share it, or even just when would be right. But this week, I’ve been reminded of one of the big reasons I started a blog in the first place – which was to encourage honest conversations. If I ever thought I could help someone by writing and sharing my own story and journey, then I would do it – regardless of how hard it may be, or how much I may not want to. Over the last two years, I’ve definitely done that at various different points, when the time has felt right.

Not only has that reminder been timely, but also an encouragement. It can be so easy to hide in the background, and to shy away from the things that push us outside of our comfort zone. It’s easier to avoid, to deny, or to run away from the problems we’re facing … easier, until, that is, they catch up with us.

There are only so many times we can say a “I’m fine”, through somewhat gritted teeth, trying to plaster a smile on your face to make it seem genuine before someone will (or, I hope, should) call you out on it. There will come a point where it’s possible to hit rock bottom, or to feel like we’re helpless. And it’s at this point, that it’s more and more important to recognise that it’s okay, and you’re allowed to say, “no, I’m not okay.”

Second Year Hopes

In many, many ways, it does not feel like I’m a second year. It doesn’t feel as if it’s been a year since I first came to university – and was faced with the daunting task of having to meet countless new people, introduce myself to these faces, and very often, answer the same three (or four) questions: “What’s your name?, Where are you from?, What are you studying? and Which halls are you in?”

Yet – somehow or other – a year has passed. And now, I’m the one asking those questions (though I do hope that I’m able to branch out, and not sound like a complete broken record). After a while, those questions do get rather tedious.

Five First Year Lessons

Without a doubt, university is a place of growth. And growth is something that doesn’t happen out of a place of comfort, but instead, a position of challenge. The lessons that I learnt, as with all lessons in life, are possibly ones that I’ll have to learn again when the context changes, but for now, they’re worth noting.

If you’re a fresher about to embark on a new adventure at university for the first time – then maybe these words will be of some comfort. If you’re about to be a second year like me, then perhaps you can find the truth in these lessons just as I did, and perhaps they’re things you need to learn yourself. I know for a fact, that these only skim the surface of what there is to discover.

Re-Learning to Love Food

Sounds a bit strange huh? I mean, who doesn’t like food?

At least, that’s the response I often get, or what I’ve observed over the last few years, is that for a lot of people – their lives, and in particular, their days, can revolve around food. From one meal to the next, thinking about when they can next eat – there appears to be such a culture of food in our everyday lives. It’s either that – or there’s the latest craze that is filling all the food blogs, cookery books, and making news articles – and people just can’t wait to jump on the bandwagon.

Whatever your thoughts on food are, it is impossible to deny that it is incredibly influential.

First Year Reflections

My first year of uni finished a month ago. Even that statement is weird to see written down, because I’ve been in such a state of limbo since finishing. I feel like there’s more to say on that feeling at some point soon – but the purpose of today’s post (or ramble), is to reflect over my first year of uni.

It’s strange to think that a year ago, I was still at work, contemplating the next chapter, and worrying about what September would bring. Concerned about making friends, settling in, finding a church, and just being able to “do” uni well.

#PlayVirtual;LiveReal | Five Years On

I guess this is as good a place as any to begin. When something tragic happens; isn’t it interesting to see how people become reduced to headlines or summary sentences in order to explain what happened? Or labels are assigned, and they stick. In the case of Breck – it’ll take time to dig beneath the surface of what happened to find the real person – the friend, student, and gamer.

This is one such description, found on The Breck Foundation’s website.

“Breck Bednar was a 14 year old boy, from Caterham, Surrey, who loved technology and online gaming. He was groomed via the internet and murdered on February 17th 2014 by someone he met online.”

Sink or Swim

Not only have we found ourselves in the second month of the year, but I’ve just finished Week One of Semester Two – that’s right – university is officially back in action.

Before starting university in September, I’d somewhat prepared myself for a few difficult weeks. I knew I was going into something completely new; stepping out of my comfort zones in all walks of life – and had done my best to prepare for it… It was hard – and I’m glad that in many ways, I never have to go through that again to the same extent.

But, maybe I lulled myself into a false sense of security. I spent my Christmas holidays looking forward to coming back; full of expectation of what Semester Two could bring…but maybe forgetting to acknowledge quite how hard it would be.

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