Unstiching.

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Oh my goodness this is stressful. It’s like trying to rebrand Starbucks as a Sri Lankan fruit vendor. 

WordPress makes it look so simple. Google search. are you awesome? Why yes…I think so. At least, I think I should think I think so. 

But no, it’s click, and click and then what colours, what brand, what’s the title of your LIFE THOUGHTS AND EVERYTHING INBETWEEN? In short, who are you? 

WOAH, lets slow down a little. I was just hoping for a bit of a ramble, in a chat to the guy next to you in the cafe whilst you wait for your friend to arrive kind of way, I’m not looking to discover who I am via my digital branding options. 

Why I feel the need to do this online, I’m not sure. I could just write on a tax bill (old..its paid I promise) and throw it away after, but I guess there’s something thrilling about knowing there’s someone out there who could be reading my thoughts and my experiences. Problem is I don’t want anyone I actually know reading this,because it’s going to be pretty obvious to anyone who knows me who I am. Those bloggers who bare all online? I’m not one of them. I’m a bit of an extrovert in person but I’m a digital hermit. 

But I digress! Let me, cher(e) reader, tell you a little about me. 

I was offered a new job this week. I’ve been interning with an old client (I quit my old job when I realised I didn’t really want to be doing recruitment(don’t hate me!) for the rest for my life. Oh also, I think they wanted me gone anyway. I wasn’t really making them enough money. Truth is, I was going to be a doctor, an intensive care doctor to be precise. I spent 5 years trying to get there, failing, then trying again. at school my teachers said I wasn’t smart enough and that I shouldn’t even try for med school. My parents too, as loving as they were would say things like ‘you’re above average but you’re not REALLY clever’, so I didn’t get in first time round. 3 years of hard work later (2 years of depression in between) I got a place to study medicine in the UK. But it was too late, fees had gone up in the uk (from £3000 to £9000 per year) and the government wasn’t giving out loans for second degrees. But if I’m truly truthful that’s not the only reason I didn’t accept the offer. I just didn’t think I was good enough.