Everyone has a box. Its probably under your bed or on top of your wardrobe, either way its there, hoarding your history. I walked into my room one day and found mine sat on my bed, now, I hadn’t seen this box for about 3 years so you can imagine my confusion. I vaguely remember screwing up my eyes and spinning around in circles trying to catch the weird little creature that had placed it there, once I had established it was my nosy little sister I faced the box. With much trepidation I began to sift through the photo’s, hand written notes and mix tapes, not only did I realize that my sense of style was seriously warped when I was 14 but I also saw how much I have learned since then (at least I hope I have!).
There were two sets of pictures, one when I was 14 and everyone was a little chavtastic and the other where I was around 20 and life was no where near what I thought it would be. At 14 I was always with my friends, sitting in the park talking about boys and sneaking off the school premises to get fish and chips. At 20 I was having my heart broken (repeatedly) by who I thought was a truly amazing person, but I was still sitting in parks with my friends talking about boys, only we’d go to the pub afterwards.
The 14 year old me was looking at the world through rose tinted glasses and saw the best in every thing and everyone, she had a terrible sense of style and avoided wearing heels at all costs as she was one of the taller girls in her class.
The 20 year old me still saw the best in everyone, probably the wrong ones but that made her grow a tougher skin. She still avoided the heels but rocked them when she went out, her feet ached in the morning but let’s face it everyone dances better in heels.
Me now? I have embraced my height and wear heels all the time!
This past year has been full of so many highs. My best friend had the most beautiful, and not to mention emotional, wedding I have ever been to. Ever. I’m not one for crying but I sobbed my heart out several times, I’d like to think it was because I was ecstatically happy for her but in reality I was just devastated that we had to end our sordid love affair. That’s what we’ve told her husband anyway. Several babies were born, all of which I want to eat up! Chubby cheeks and all! And so many people got engaged, I congratulate each and every one of you, now say goodbye to your fiance because the stress of planning a wedding will make you want to kill him.
On the flip side, quite a few relationships ended this year. Everything happens for a reason, if you’re no longer with the person you started the year with don’t dwell on where it went wrong, focus on what you want to do right in future relationships. I’m not one to agree with or encourage love affairs especially not with married men/women (you know who you are) but this year there was quite a lot of cheating. The one thing I have learned is that if someone has put themselves in a situation where they are the other man/woman it will never end well. As a friend, all you can do is respect their choice and give them advice, whether they take it or not is on them. Lies were told, affairs were had, hearts were broken and backs were stabbed, as with any year, 2013 was full of drama. But guess what? You’re still standing.
I have made some colossal mistakes over the years, none of which I regret… OK, maybe I regret a few but the point is, if I didn’t make them I wouldn’t a) be who I am today and b) wouldn’t know where I want to go from here. Whenever you’re making goals, resolutions or planning to take over the world you cannot ignore your past, it defines who you were and molds who you want to be.
Let’s make next year one to remember, for all the right reasons.
Love in 2014 pieces x