A Post of Dreams

It's funny how much time goes on. 
The last time that I posted on this blog was July 2013: before then I was chatting jibberish and having the odd rant about things so close to my heart. 
It wasn't until recently that I have realized how much growing up I've done. I rant less often: I choose to now debate. It's not so much as me becoming more extroverted (because if you knew me before 2006-ish you would know that I was more introverted and quiet), but I have a better view of everything now that I have started nursing. 
It sounds stupid I know, but seriously when you go into a course like this, you begin to question everything about what everyone tells you, what you thought you knew and what you want in your life. 
And it makes you seriously think about your life as a whole...
At the end of 2012, I was in a seriously low place. I had come out of a, rather dysfunctional. relationship and had lost all confidence in myself and my abilities, purely because of one person. I was in a dark place and I had WAY TOO MUCH time on my hands. Looking back now, I should have done more to defend myself against what had happened, but I don't think I would change the way that I acted. I felt angry, upset, confused and, I'll admit, a little bit shit about myself as a whole. 
Going into 2013, I was literally fighting to get a place at university because I knew that the one thing that would make me feel better, is to try and nurse children who I don't want to see in the same situation as me: confused, angry and upset. When I got onto the course, I was so determined to make that my goal. I wanted to pass my first year with flying colours, to get the grades that would make me feel less of a joke to others. I just wanted to get through day by day. And I did. 
But it wasn't until I realized how lonely I was did I need to make a change. I mean I had my friends and family and I will love them until I die. Seriously, when I am on my deathbed, I will look back on all the faces that have made me laugh and happy and I will smile because I know that I will have always had friends. Not going to lie, I wish I could see them more often, my group of friends are simply amazing, but life is all about wishing for things and waiting patiently. No, I don't dispute, or forget, that I have the most beautiful friends in the whole entire world, but there is always that someone out there that is meant to be your other half: to make you whole and happy forever. I wanted to find him on the way. 
It wasn't until that I was fully settled in my nursing course that I met the most extraordinary man in my life (equal to that of my dad). Extraordinary is one word to describe Greg, but it doesn't even come close. He is not only my boyfriend, but he is like my best friend: being with him, is like hanging round with my group of friends and he gets my sense of humour. I'm not going to blab on about how much he means to me because if you know me well enough you know how much I want everyone to get along and be loved: and that being loved by this man is everything to me, especially if you knew how hard it is for us sometimes to think that it might not have happened. 
No. The reason I have mentioned the fact that I have got my dream course, family, friends and my Greg, is the fact that it's been 1 1/2 years and my life has turned upside down and inside out: but for the better. And for those who say that dreams don't come true...well they do if you try hard enough. The Olympic Games had to be dreamed up by someone; the athletes who took part had to work hard and be influenced to take part. Florence Nightingale was a true visionary and if she hadn't have brought up the fact that their hospitals were filthy and infections were killing hundreds of patients, we probably wouldn't have the knowledge now to stop infection from spreading. If I hadn't have worked hard and got my A Levels, I wouldn't have had a cat in hells chance of getting into University, let alone a nursing course. If I hadn't have answered that message to go on a date with Greg, I wouldn't have realized that I liked him from the off. If I hadn't have gone on that cinema date with him on the 28th September 2013, I wouldn't have seen him say that he loved me for the first time and I wouldn't have said it back. 

The point of this post? 
Don't give up. Don't give in. Don't break down. Because I didn't and I may not be famous, rich or amazing, but I am happy :) 
Peace out!