I'm not gonna lie, this has been a good year for me. Odd because I wouldn't have thought it. But I'm back at a healthy weight, enjoying single life ;) and I live with some gorgeous, amazing girlies who make me happy.
I've said it before and I'll say it again, I don't believe in perfection. It's an unrealistic illusion that I guess we can aspire to but it's pointless because true perfection will never exist.
I still have days where I don't want to get out of bed. I still have days where I struggle to sit through a meal. I still have days when I think 'what's the bloody point?'
But in amongst all those shit days, I have the days where I sit back and think how lucky I am. Lucky to have a family, who despite the fact they drive me nuts, I wouldn't change for the world. Who I love and will go to the end of the world to protect. I am lucky to be loved by them, and to love them back, with all my heart.
I'm lucky to have such great academic opportunities. I hate doing essays, in fact I should be working right now, but the achievements make me proud. I used to hide behind academia, but now I can see it's just a stepping stone into the future. Despite what I tell myself, I am doing something I love and that for the most part I'm quite good at.
I'm lucky to have such amazing friends. The girls I live with...I couldn't ask for more. I love them so much, they pick me up when I'm down, we have so many laughs and every day we get closer. I love that and I love them.
I've met some great people this year, and stayed in touch with the people I care about from years gone by. I have amazing friends, and if any of you read this, I love you. Hoes over bros any day, but my male friends are equally as awesome as my girls. Thank you all for being a part of my life.
