Life update: Currently recovering from being thrown into the (seemingly) eternal abyss of an uncertain future*.

*a/k/a I didn’t get into medicine.

This road to recovery has come in four stages:

1. Well, sh*t. This is the hardest stage because you’re not entirely sure how to feel. Relieved? Disappointed? Angry at pedantic examiners? Slightly confused because your mum seems to care more than you? Well balanced mixture of all four?
2. A-levels and degrees don’t matter anyway. You’re a creative. No piece of paper can determine your worth. What’s inside this heart cannot be described using exam-friendly vocabulary and PEEL.
3. I will never amount to anything. Other translations include “I am a failure”, “I’m a disappointment to my family” and “Yes that’s right, I am buying fourteen bags of magic stars and no, I’m not sharing”.
4. Blimey, what next? Suddenly, the world has so many options, and every single one is exciting. Suddenly, there are so many doors and very few are closed to you. Suddenly, you find yourself scrolling through degrees such as ‘Lots of Physics’, ‘The Psychology of Handstands’ and ‘Vegan Culinary Skills’, wondering whether you would actually make a great something other than doctor. It can be traumatic.

So for now, and the foreseeable future, my To Do list reads: 1. Figure out what my life will be.

That may or may not include doing medicine eventually, it might even include a bit of astrophysics, but it will definitely include being freaking amazing*.

*Because that’s what I am, and it’s what you are too.