A don’t really know if I can do a ‘confession’ as such as I’m quite an honest person really – this closet is near enough skeleton free! But I will open up about something for you.
I’m about to go through a couple changes and I’m really quite nervous. My second year at university has come to an end and I’ll soon be moving back home with my parents and I’m looking to commute next year, so living at home again will be a big change. Sometimes I think that moving back in with them is a bit of a step backwards but I try to remind myself that I’ve only just turned 20, and it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Besides, I genuinely enjoy their company (when I’m not being mega moody).
I’m also about to start a new job. I’ve only ever had one job before and I had it from literally the moment I turned 16 (I interviewed at 15 and they told me I could start right after my birthday) up until last week. It would’ve been easy to stay just because I’m so comfortable there but I’m also looking forward to the challenge, learning some new skills and being in a different pool of people (as socially awkward as I am).
I’m restarting driving lessons after my last disastrous lot. My instructor was not a very nice man but that’s another story for another post. Driving makes me really nervous but I’m hoping that as I get better at it I’ll also get more confident. I’m starting again with an instructor that a friend recommended to me so hopefully I’ll get on better this time round!
I’m also just starting to feel a bit anxious about the upcoming final year of my degree. There’s just so much riding on this year. I’m trying to minimise my anxiety by getting some ideas flowing about my dissertation now so I don’t waste too much of third year planning something that could’ve already been planned if that makes sense.
So there we go, I’m very scared. I know that trying my best to keep my mental health up these coming months is going to be absolutely vital but I got this, and so do you.