There is no one to bitch and moan to about this situation at this time of day so I’m turning to this trusty blog.
First of all, I am completely aware that I am extremely lucky to have a lot in my life. I have a beautiful daughter who I love to bits and who I am sorta not being an amazing mum to at the moment (she is quietly flipping through a magazine and an H&M advert). I also have an amazing husband who supports me in most things that do not involve getting out the plastic. My family and friends are supportive and I have so many loving ones at that. So, yeah, I’m pretty lucky.
However, I have received the final result of a long awaited university application response and it’s not good news.
What can I say? It hurts and though I mustn’t take it personally, I do. I don’t have an inflated view of myself, but I do have a great understanding of my personal qualities and skill set.
It’s mid afternoon and I’m still in my pyjamas, unshowered and feeling awfully sorry for my privileged self. This could be a blessing in disguise and all that ‘it’s not meant to be’ cliches. I know everything happens for a reason, but I am just feeling upset right now. End of.
I’ll get over it. I always do.