I’ve recently been thinking about the fact that I have been in full-time education for sixteen years of my life, and the crazy thought that soon I’ll be setting out into the ‘real world’ and for the first time won’t be in school or university.
I said previously that this year’s sales for me have been about investment pieces that I can wear time after time – and I think my shopping aim for the year (to control my unruly impulse buying habit) is to give more thoughts to the items I’m purchasing and consider how much use I’ll actually get out of them.
I don’t know what it is about this particular January that has got me feeling so glum; maybe it’s the fact that I know the next five months of my degree will be the toughest yet, and then I’ll have to face the uncertain road of where to go next and give up living with my best friends and being constantly surrounded by the comfort and support of some great people.
January to May is probably my least favourite time of year – I’ve never really been a fan of Spring. The fun of Christmas has been and gone and left us in the depths of winter, it’s the most intense and difficult period within education (luckily I have no exams this year, but the amount of coursework I’ll be doing makes up for it) and summer waits far ahead, teasing us because there’s nothing else to really look forward to. The answer? Retail therapy, of course.
The prospect of a new year is always a bit daunting for me – there seems a lot of pressure to make the moment perfect, which is something I don’t believe in anyway, and then expectations to make the whole year amazing. I’m an optimistic person, but inevitably there will be ups and downs to face throughout those twelve months and so it’s unrealistic to assume it will be ‘perfect’.