The Climb

It's July.

And I'm running out of time.  I'm always out of time.

I have exams and deadlines.  Coursework.  Life deadlines.  I want to move.  I want to buy a car.  I want to travel.  Etc.

I just came back from my creative writing course's Summer School.  It was good.  I feel myself growing more confident and I'm able to identify my own talents.  This is not always reflected in grades, but I do believe it will affect how marketable my work may become.  I even did a reading of one of my short stories, which is definitely progress as usually I'm reluctant to share work.  My classmates praised my work which gave me added confidence. 

The week before I was in Ibiza, which was an interesting experience.  There was definitely sun, fun, passion and an unexpected betrayal.  I don't know what it is about me and other women, I just can't make friendships last.  *inner sigh*

I have huge amounts of design coursework to complete.  If I don't pass everything this summer, it's likely I'm going to give up the course.  This is all due on the 5th August, and there isn't much time at all.  But change...is going to come.

I've had enough of living in ****** and I'm instead thinking of moving to **** come September.  My friends will all be graduating next year and instead of being left in some town by myself I want to start cultivating a new lifestyle and new friendships now.  Why should I wait?  I've been consistently sick in this city, and it's time to change pace.  

And the car.  My god if I don't find a way to acquire my own car I might get into a physical fight on some form of public transport.  

I'm going to be 25 in November.  I want to be happy, I want to be accomplished, I want to be secure.  This is the climb. Climb the ladder and don't look back.