This is a bit of a self-appreciation post so If you’re not into that then stop reading now, however if you’re wondering what I mean by that then please do continue on.
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and reflecting lately and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m doing alright and I may actually be a functioning adult…I know it’s a shock to me too, I still don’t feel like one but I’m actually quite proud of what I’ve achieved over the last 4 years.
I should’ve been half way through my uni degree in 2013, looking forward to placement and then finishing my Masters but that just wasn’t meant to be. I was so miserable, I complained about everything and I was doing the bear minimum to get by in all aspects of my life. That summer I quit my part time job, moved back in with my parents and spent hours every day job hunting. Within a couple of weeks I started helping out at a local swimming club and then picked up some extra lessons with a local swim school.
I might not have been earning a lot of money but it was a start and I was finally doing something I really enjoyed. I forced myself to get into more of a routine; gym first thing, job hunting through the rest of the morning and into early afternoon, then teaching/coaching late afternoon and early evening. This routine continued for about 6 weeks until I got offered a job with the company I’m still with today. Sadly it was only part time but it was a stepping stone into my current role.
I kept up my coaching with my new part time job for 8 months before moving back up to Aberdeen for a permanent, full time position. I think I cried myself to sleep for the first few nights after my move back up. I hated that I’d had to give up my swimming and I was back in the place that had made me so miserable in the first place. I kept telling myself I was doing this for my future and I could always move again and that’s exactly what I did 6 months later. Another trip back down to Edinburgh and the decision to move back in with my parents for the second time.
I moved around Christmas 2014 and didn’t want the hassle of finding somewhere to rent, but as it turns out I stayed with my folks for a little over 2 years so I could save for my own place. I am convinced it only worked out so well because we hardly ever saw each other, we had our own lives but would have dinner together a few times a week for a catch up.
I think it took about a year to fully adjust and get happy again. I focused on working, swimming and a few holidays but nothing else. So as you can imagine I’m a firm believer in being happy by yourself and with your own life before you can even entertain the idea of having anyone else around. You have to know what you want, and taking that year to figure it out was possibly the best thing I’ve ever done.
I went into 2016 with a clearer idea of what I wanted from life; although there was a minor set back when I had a meeting with a mortgage adviser and learned the hard truth that never having any debt was not a good thing. I really wanted to buy my own place and had been saving for a year, but they wouldn’t lend me anywhere near enough. The solution: spend the deposit money on a new car and get a credit card to build up a cracking credit score.
It worked! A year later I’m living in my own flat, have the car I always wanted, for the most part enjoy my job (it can’t be perfect all of the time), have a pretty great boyfriend, amazing friends and things only seem to be getting better.
The responsibilities of being a functioning adult member of society can suck but the freedom it comes with is definitely worth it. I’m happier than I have ever been; it’s been a very long journey but I wouldn’t change a second of it and I’m feeling pretty optimistic about what’s to come over the next year. I’m sure I’ll be sharing plenty of it on this blog, after all that’s the reason I started it in the first place!