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.

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.

Celebrating the Journey!

Time flies at a rapid pace. Before you realise it, you’ve blinked and we’re in April. A quarter of 2019 has gone. What? When did that happen?

Despite looming deadlines serving as one way that I’ve been reminded of the passage of time, occasionally photos pop up as memories, and momentarily take me back to those moments.

I’m a person who loves to take photos – whether that be a quick snap on my phone, saving those memories to put into a ‘One Second Everyday’ video, or a scrapbook later down the line, or if it’s taking a walk with my camera and putting slightly more thought into the composition of it all. I love how much a photo can capture.

Even if it’s not ‘visible’ – a photo for me holds far more than just what it shows.

FOMO: On Missing Out

Today’s thoughts come from a place I never really thought I’d be in – on talking about FOMO. Now, before you think “Hannah, what on earth is ‘FOMO’ and what planet have you walked into at university?” – please bear with me; I’ll explain.

What even is ‘FOMO’?
For those who don’t know, ‘FOMO’ is, according to the Urban Dictionary (trust me, hard to find a reliable source): “a state of mental or emotional strain caused by the fear of missing out.”

In other words, it’s an acronym for ‘Fear of Missing Out’ – just people use it as a normal word. If you think back to the time of ‘YOLO’, which has now died down in its use (thank goodness for that!) – it’s a bit similar to that.

FOMO is something that often strikes in social settings; the need to be a part of something, or so often linked with peer pressure.

One Month In.

Each and every week I find myself confused, and amazed by the whole concept of time. Without getting into a philosophical/theoretical discussion about the whole idea (and trust me, we’ve done that in tutorials…it’s enough to make your brain go bananas), time is something pretty cool.

Each day that passes can feel like it’s dragging; as if I’m living several days all in one…yet we get to Thursday night, at Wind Band rehearsal – and I’m staggered that another week has gone by already.

As it is, I’m sitting here, quite unable to believe that a month ago was the day I moved into halls. It’s been a weird month…I can say that for sure.

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