Mistakes Are Only Human

I'm trying not to be pessimistic this morning. I'm in, and have been, in a very reflective mood recently and tonight was no different as I thought about what I had done right and what I had done wrong since I left school.

Well, I started at school, where the first and maybe, biggest, mistake was not to put 100% into my studies. I understand and remember rather unhappily, that it was a very tough time for me then and maybe looking back on it, there was little I could do. You make think different, but unless you have felt what I have felt, you are in no place to comment.

Then was the matter of university. I had screwed up my first application with consumate ease and fell way short of my target and needed to find some sort of work to have a life and not become a 'NEET', (google it!). I looked back on my time at my first job, and despite the ugly end I had there, (incidentally, I have added a very important sentence to one of my first ever posts. See if you can find it!). Working at SmartMove, being highly unexperienced not just in the world of property, but work in itself, was a big jump for me. I found it extremely tough and maybe that was the reason I didn't last very long. (Go back in the blog, and find it.)

I think my biggest mistake was not to apply for university this year. I knew I could apply for a foundation course in Sports Coaching, but something was stopping me and before I knew it, it was all too late. Another year working with The Wall at BP. But that's not such a bad thing. Work experience is vital I think to build a career and people who have gone to university with little or no work experience, I think, will struggle when they come out. And apart from the Wall, everyone at BP is a laugh and it's good fun and lots of banter around when they're around. I look forward massively to the Crimbo Do, and I hope they don't organise it for the weekend I go to Manchester!

Back to the present time, and I am very tired this morning. I woke up a fair few hours earlier than I usually do yesterday thanks to the unexpected early return of Father Mitten from his op in London! He's a crock now, he won't mind me saying, but it's good to have him home! But of course, I have been awake for that extra few hours now and after another tough night, climaxed by another round of Mitten vs Weekend Papers, I am truly knackered. Football this morning, in the cold weather, isn't a great prospect, but I hope the adrenaline kicks in as usual when we get going and I get through it without too much trouble.

I have just had a terrible premonition that I'm going to have a shocker today...