Diary Entry #11 Youngster

So I have just finished watching a film called Booksmart, it was well written and funny (Amazon prime) and it is about two teenage girls, last day of high school. I loved it but afterwards I questioned why the f**k did I love it!? Is there a part of me that still feels like I am a teenager – maybe! Do I wish I was young again? – definitely not! And then it hit me…I am raising a son and a daughter, what will they be like at this age, is what I am doing shaping how they will deal with situations in the future?? It made me reflect on how I was when I was young and how I don’t want them to be like me. I don’t want that for them. I was painfully shy to the point in my first secondary school that I could go a whole day without speaking, I lacked any sort of confidence and dreaded every day (not an exaggeration – every day), when people throw fruit at you during class because it is ‘fun’ and when you get put in a group in drama class and everyone changes out of your group to create their own group so that they could all be in the same group and not with you and you just stand there not knowing what to do and when someone passes a note around the whole of your history class with the title ‘A list of who has the worst boobs’ and you are number two and number one is a boy…it tends to knock someones confidence some what, makes someone shut down inside, not feel worthy of being a part of the normal world. Things changed a little when I moved to my second secondary school but these things, these things stick with you for life. I am no longer that shy, sad girl just waiting for her day to be over. My confidence has grown with my age and with the situations I have been put in and with the people I meet and with experience however I do still get those insecure moments and those moments where if I am uncomfortable I will shut down, go quiet, be vacant but I also know that I am in control and I can change the situations I am in if I don’t like it and I figure I am doing okay at the moment! I got a boob job too. Be kind, always, it sticks with people when you aren’t.

Diary Entry #6 Caring

I am massively over sensitive, I analyse things to the max and although I appear quite often to be calm and collected, I am totally not at all and I have had to learn to stop pretending to be but at the same time take control of such emotions so that they don’t take over. It is a delicate balance of which I am not sure I have achieved quite yet but work on daily. With everything that is going on in the world, everyone has their own worries and stresses and the one thing I do know for sure is that none of us are alone in this. Anyway, I am sitting in the middle of my Kitchen…back to cleaning before the babies wake up!