The year of two Royal Weddings, Everything is Love and the incessant Brexit talk actually proved to be one of incredible self-growth for me.
(I know what you’re thinking.
‘Here you go again, Hannah, making it all about you…’)
I know. But, I don’t get that chance very often. Let me make it all about me for a hot minute, and I promise I’ll blog about something worthwhile next time!
2017 was a dire year in a personal sense, so I did expect a lot of growth in 2018. So, here we go. Making it all about me. Here’s 12 Lessons in 12 Months (PART 1):
JANUARY – LIFE IS ESSENTIALLY LIKE THE CHA-CHA SLIDE…
…in that you have to reverse-reverse, in order to take five hops forward. I’m sure you’ve all had ‘recovery isn’t linear!!!” drummed into you for as long as you can remember. But it’s not as madcap as it sounds – recovery really isn’t linear! Once upon a time (last summer), I couldn’t put the bins out without having a panic attack. Five months later, I was going on date nights, nights out-out, staying in my friends’ halls of residence… and pushing through the panic all the way. But, I still managed to make some amazing memories in the process!
FEBRUARY – SPONTANEITY PAYS OFF
Picture this: it’s February 14th. You and your S/O have just had a huge falling out over them looking at another girl. It’s tense. You’re tense. You’re on your way to an unplanned Valentine’s Day meal.
“You said you’d had something planned.” you say, defiantly.
“Yeah, but I forgot” he argues. He, shockingly, believes that’s a genuine reason.
“Well let’s go for a meal then. Where do you want to go?” your tone weakens, you try to extend the olive branch. Just a little.
“I dunno… KFC?”
And you snatch the olive branch back quicker than you can say Colonel Sanders.
Obviously, I couldn’t have stayed mad at him. After twenty minutes, we ended up at an adorable little candle-lit restaurant. It quickly became one of the most romantic nights of our relationship! I guess the point here is, sometimes going into things without a plan is okay. Spontaneity is okay. We can benefit from spontaneity, once in a while…
MARCH – BLOCK ALL EX-TINDER BOYS
This isn’t at all philosophical. But trust me. Do it. Tinder boys often think they’re the sh*t, and won’t listen to you when you tell them you’re in a relationship.
No, Tinder boys, you’re not the sh*t. You’re just sh*t.
APRIL – NEVER BE THE FIRST ONE TO GET DRUNK AT A PARTY
“But I don’t WANT to be drunk!”
“I know, but you’re a lightweight. Now please stop pouring vodka out of the window!”
I’m not, what some people would call; a classy drunk. I’m an embarrassment, essentially. The worst part is, I know I’m an embarrassment. I hate being the first to get drunk at a party. Vodka and I, unfortunately, make horrific bedfellows.
I mean, wine drunk. That’s a different story. When I’m giggly-drunk on Echo Falls and the worst that can happen is being charmingly clumsy or fifty-times flirtier. That’s a nice drunk.
Spirits-drunk is the stuff of pure nightmares. I have one double-vodka and lemonade, and suddenly I’m sat in a corner cry-laughing because I can’t feel my legs. Or, going up to the bouncer and telling them that I’m ‘busting for a wee’. For the sake of reputation I’m going to say that I took creative license on both of these stories…
MAY – TOXIC FRIENDS HAVE TO GO
It’s tough. I’m not disputing that at all. When I finally realised that two of my closest friends from the beginning of uni, were in fact, not my friends at all; I was devastated. It was a hard truth to accept. Receiving the text that “you need to get your sh*t together. We’re not going to wait for you to snap out of your anxiety any longer.” almost broke me. After all my hard work, people were still trying to bring me down. It didn’t break me, though.
In fact, it re-introduced me to myself. I am strong, I am a good person. They were the toxic ones. I have some amazing new friends now, and I’m still going to be in my corner. Fighting for me. It’s a lifelong commitment, but I’m ready for it.
And if your attitude towards friendship is “with us or against us”, frankly, I’d rather be against you.
JUNE – YOU DON’T NEED TO HAVE A MIDLIFE CRISIS AT 19
I thought I’d finish this blog off on a high. Realising that I was turning twenty years old in less than a month was enough to put me into midlife crisis.
OKAY, so you’re not a teenager anymore. But twenty is still a baby from the perspective of a forty-year old. And that’s what it’s really about; perspective.
You don’t need to have your entire life planned out just because your age doesn’t end with a -teen suffix anymore. So what, people are getting engaged? So what, people are in a full-time job? So what, people are renting their own place? I can guarantee that every. Single. Twenty-year-Old. Has a different mentality to you…
…and right now, I’m quite happy living at home, staying with my boyfriend, blogging, getting spirits-drunk and going to uni.