First of all, I would like to apologise to my Life Coach, Jon Richelieu-Booth, for doing his utmost best to keep me accountable for this challenge blog. As he pointed out several times to myself and my Twitter followers, Day 1’s blog was actually due on Thursday 9th May, which is now four days ago.
As you will know if you’ve read my blog before, I do have problems with endings and finishing things, so one might be inclined to think that by delaying the final blog of this challenge, that I was not ready to move on. But I don’t accept that. Like much of life, you can make whatever plans you want, and dream whatever dreams you like, but sometimes life will get in the way.
I’m sat here, in bed in my new bedroom in London. The Bish is sleeping on the end of the bed, and I can hear the birds cheeping in the trees outside. Once again, I am full of cold, although it was probably unreasonable to expect that by moving a few hundred miles South that I would suddenly become immune to the common cold! A result, no doubt, of an extremely busy few weeks, which my body has admitted has finally worn me out.
I could have scribbled this blog quickly on Thursday in order to make the official deadline of midnight. In a week of hosting international friends, packing my stuff and saying my goodbyes, I could not find the time. I know that things done half-heartedly are not always up to the quality they should be, and this final post I didn’t want to rush. And this is my blog. Like me, posts may be late. Sometimes they may be a little drunk when they’re written, and they might be full of utter rubbish and drivel which would be expected of a drunken writer. Like the new life I’ve been chasing for so many years, it may not happen as early as you expect, and you may get frustrated or exasperated waiting for it to happen. But it will happen when I am ready.
I am not going to apologise for who I am any more. My timekeeping skills are atrocious and everyone who knows me will expect me to be late. The only event I was ever early for was my wedding, and look how well that turned out. My blog, like me, will not always be there on time, but as I always say, better late than not at all.
When I started this challenge back in February, I really didn’t know what to expect from the coming months (read the first blog here: www.wordpress.com). I used the Chinese New Year as the opportunity to set myself a target of reporting back to my followers how I was progressing (or not), with finishing my university degree, and planning for the future. Part of the reason for doing this challenge is because I wanted to be kept accountable, which is kind of ironic considering I’ve just said that I will do this blog when I when I am ready, and not when someone asks me to.
This has been a lesson learned over the last twelve weeks, in that you have to find the fine line between being held accountable, and running your own life. Left to my own devices, I can be lazy, procrastinating over the smallest things. But when I put my mind to doing something, it happens.
As this challenge comes to an end, I can reflect on what I’ve achieved during these twelve weeks. I have finished all my university work, and now, all that remains is to receive my final result in July, and to attend the Graduation Ceremony at Lincoln Cathedral in September. I have found new accommodation in London for myself and The Bish, who is settling in slowly, still a bit wary of the other two cats and the golden retriever who live here. Now I am in London, I will find a temp job to start with, followed by something permanent. All in all, I’ve achieved pretty much what I wanted to: I’ve finished my degree and I know that London is where my heart lies.
I couldn’t have got to where I am today without the help of some wonderful people, and I would like to thank them with all my heart. To Jon, my Life Coach, who, as mentioned above, has done his part spectacularly in keeping me accountable, even when I have resisted. To my Study Coach, Mel, who guided me through the hardest university year, gave me excellent career advice as well as being there to listen when things got tough. To my Counsellor, Julie, who was there to listen during the hard and the happy times, and gave me the confidence to get through some hard tasks; as well as the tears there were lots of laughs in our sessions. To my friends, near and far, thank you for being there when I’ve needed you, and just for being there. I’d especially like to thank Fen, who has not only supported me throughout these last three years, but who has helped me with my move to London and been the voice of reason when I have not wanted to listen. I will miss you, my Chinese Wifey, but I hope that it won’t be too long before you’ll join me in the big city. To my family, thank you for your unwavering support over the years, I know it’s been hard to watch at times but I’m finally ready to take the steps towards what I’ve been searching for and I know you’ll be proud of me for finally achieving it. Finally, I’d like to thank The Bish, whose unconditional love has got me through, and who I’m glad has been able to come to London with me.
While this may be the end of The Twelve-Week Challenge, it will not be the end of 33andlostinlife. The title of this blog will need to be changed at some point in the future, but I look forward to writing new blog posts, and coming up with witty titles (I’ve missed those). Now I no longer have essays haunting me, I hope to do some more creative writing as well as blogging, and I promise I’ll keep my followers updated with that.
In the spirit of some recent posts, I’d like to leave you with a song. This year I met my favourite singer for the second time, Eric Martin, from the band Mr. Big. Their music, as well as Eric’s solo work, has kept me going for the last twenty-two years. This is a song from their reunion in 2009, where I was lucky enough to see them play in Barcelona. It’s a reflection on the past, while at the same time being positive about the future, which is how I feel right now.