- Applied to do a postgraduate degree
- Became a venue press officer during the Edinburgh Festival Fringe
- Had eyes opened
- Worried constantly about postgraduate degree application
- Got accepted onto chosen postgraduate course
- Freelanced for a charity
- Started going to university
- Felt really fucking old
- Freelanced for an online marketing company
- Slept
- Didn’t sleep enough
- Stayed up too late
- Went to bed too early
- Drank too much
- Felt out of place
- Felt normal again
- Realised my priorities were different to those of my new university chums
- Got through the first semester
- Staggered through the second semester
- Thought of a dissertation topic
- Neglected my house
- Neglected my partner
- Arsed about on Twitter
- Saw some theatre
- Saw some more theatre
- Stressed about essays
- Wrote essays anyway
- Designed a book
- Started walking more
- Lost 14 lbs
- Wondered what life would be like if everything were different
- Doubted my abilities as a mother
- Worried I was failing my child somehow
- Continued to doubt my abilities as a mother
- Withdrew, isolated myself
- Lost track of time
- Procrastinated
- Cried
- Cried
- Cried
- Learned little about my chosen course, and more about the people on it
- Became theatre editor at The Skinny
- Danced
- Went to London
- Went to London again
- Found myself in Yorkshire
- Wondered where the time went
- Thought about blogging
- Worried that I had nothing to blog about
- Ate some pizza
- Danced
- Lived in my head
- Didn’t get out my pyjamas
- Thought about eating pizza
- Drank too much coffee
- Got annoyed when they put a Starbucks on campus with no warning
- Got introduced to Indesign
- Immediately hated Indesign
- Accepted that Indesign exists
- Danced
- Interviewed great people
- Wrote more features
- Remembered who I was
- And I wouldn’t change a damn thing. Not a damn thing.
Everything I Did When I Wasn’t Here
28 AprMy Failed New Year’s Resolutions
8 Jan
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I love New Year. I love the fireworks, the celebrations and the sense of optimism that comes with the dawning of each new calendar year.
But I absolutely suck at sticking to my New Year’s resolutions.
That’s not to say I haven’t tried; for a while my only resolution was to not make a resolution, and I stuck to that for a while. I’m also lucky in that I don’t fall into the usual resolutions of stopping smoking or drinking, because I don’t smoke and I very rarely drink.
But when I look back at the resolutions I’ve neglected to achieve over the last few years, I’ve come to the conclusion that they failed, not because I didn’t try, but because they weren’t the right resolutions for me at the time.
Resolution One: Lose Some Weight, Fatty
I was quite skinny when I was younger. In fact, I was so skinny that I never realised just how skinny I was until I wasn’t that skinny any more. Your body, like your personality, changes over time, and while I’m not a size 8, I’m still a healthy weight for my size.
In fact, I’m happier now in my body than I ever was before, and while some bits could do with firming up, and I fantasise about having Linda Hamilton Terminator 2-esque biceps, it won’t happen overnight, and that’s ok. I’ll continue eating healthily and working at my physical day job, that’ll do for now.
Resolution Two: Stop Procrastinating…Tomorrow….No, Today
“Procrastination,” my mother once declared, “’tis the thief of time!” and she was right. I procrastinate too much, I live in my head too much, I think about doing something for too long when I should just do it. Case in point: I thought about blogging for four years before I actually did anything about it.
I know I’m not alone in procrastinating, which is reassuring, but whilst I have looked at other ways of working, such as the Pomodoro Technique and blocking access to Facebook and Twitter while working, my mind needs to wander.
While I may not be able to stop procrastinating altogether, I can deal with it in better ways; such as allowing myself breaks, getting into a better work at home routine and changing my attitude towards tasks that have to be done. As someone once said to me, “You have to stop thinking that you should do something, and instead start thinking that you need, want or wish to do something.” This advice has made a big difference to just about every aspect of my life.
Resolution Three: Go Back to University
Around this time last year, I blogged about my quest to get back into higher education after graduating nearly four years previously. This year marks five years since that fateful day when I put on a big, silly gown, got all nervous, shook Sir Tom Farmer’s hand and got my degree, and I’m still no closer to going back to university.
In fact, if anything, I’m a little more conflicted about the whole thing; it’s expensive, you’re not guaranteed a job, and there are lots of journalists that say that postgraduate degrees aren’t worth the paper they’re printed on. All the advice I’ve had about getting into the media has been pretty contradictory, and while some still insist that experience, not qualifications, matter, I’ve noticed that an alarming number of media job adverts begin with the terrifying statement: “You will have a journalism qualification.”
So, what next? In the next few months, I aim to find out more about funding and bursaries and see if there’s anything that I would be suitable for. I can also do a much less expensive, but very respected NCTJ Course in my own time, which would give me that elusive journalism qualification without the £6,000+ price tag.
Resolution Four: Learn to Drive
I’ve been meaning to learn to drive since I was 17. I’m now 28, and although I have a provisional driving license and I once owned a car with my former partner (it was a purple VW Golf MK3, affectionately referred to as Reggie, I loved that car) I’ve never had a driving lesson.
There are many reasons for this; procrastination, sheer laziness, expense and the fact that Edinburgh’s bus service is really very good, so, logically, when would I actually drive? Still, I need to learn to drive because it’s an important skill to have on my CV, it would allow me greater freedom to travel around the country and beyond, and at nearly 30, sitting behind the wheel of a parked car going “Vroom! Vroom!” Just doesn’t do it for me any more.
Resolution Five: Read More
I used to love reading. I’d read into the early hours of the morning and then read again the next day. My parents would buy me a small pile of books every Christmas, thinking they would last me until March and then despair when they realised that I’d read them all by New Year.
But then, I went to university, and I wasn’t allowed to read for fun. My degree, while a drama course, was more academic than practical, and we had to read at least three plays a week, combined with several dull critical theory texts. Have you ever read Roland Barthes’ Death of the Author? It makes an interesting point, but it’s turgid; it’s worse than Sunset Song and Highland River, both of which I had to read in High School, and both of which keep popping up on Scotland’s greatest books lists, much to my utter disgust.
And if you think about it, reading a play is a very different experience to watching a play. Just as reading a book because someone in authority says you must read it takes all the fun out of the experience.
So, I got bored with reading, and all these years later, I still struggle to finish a book, because I get distracted. I have got better; last year, I read the entire Stieg Larsson Millennium Trilogy, and I’m halfway through Mark Kermode’s latest, and really very good tome, Hatchet Job. After that, I’m going to read all the A Song of Ice and Fire books by George R.R. Martin, so I’m getting there.
Resolution Six: Go to the Theatre/Cinema For Fun!
For years, going to the theatre and the cinema has been work for me – I’m there to review after all – and so, I go there in full critic mode, complete with notebook and eagerness to ‘read’ the work.
Sometimes it’s hard to get out of this mindset, and I have to re-learn how to enjoy going to the theatre or the cinema as a regular audience member, not some poor arts hack with a bashed notebook. The experience needs be an escape again for me, as it should be for everyone else, and I need to stop getting so annoyed by badly behaved audiences.
Resolution Seven: Stop Getting Annoyed by Badly Behaved Audiences
Hey, I’ll stop getting annoyed when they learn how to behave.