A lot can change in ten years. Hell, a lot can change in a year. And believe me, it has.
This is me. Ten years ago to the day. Eighteen years old. At my friend’s girlfriend’s house. My best friend and I were rather proud of sorting out the drink and food, hence the picture. Honestly, I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember the pub, the trip to the supermarket. I remember the boys buying cigars. I could even tell you the brand. I remember my then girlfriend and those cocktails that went in the freezer and I remember the music we listened to. It was a good time. I was happy.
And here we are. Here I am. Ten years on. A whole decade’s slipped by and I didn’t really notice. But at the same time, so much has happened. I’ve made friends and lost friends. I’ve done stuff I regret and I’ve been treated horribly at times. I’ve become a writer and an author. I’ve grown. I’ve learned. I know better what I think about things now and I know to listen to my gut more. I’ve fallen in love with the wrong person. I’ve had my heart broken. I’ve been lonely, but I’ve been elated at times too and I’ve achieved things I quite simply didn’t think were in my league.
Such a lot can happen in a decade. Such a lot can change. I know I have, hugely, and I like to think I’m less annoying now.
So I’m feeling a mixture of things as we’re on the cusp of a new decade. I’m excited about what’s in store for me and my friends and I’m also kind of sad about all that’s been lost.
But tomorrow is another day. Another opportunity. The start of the next ten years.
That’s exciting, no?
Friends, Happy New Year.