I've been lucky enough to have connections with industry, through my dad, and see things that other kids my age wouldn't. I am unbelievably lucky, even though I'm not entirely sure what the word luck means, to lead the life I do. I have a stable home, a great work ethic, food on the table, a chance to become something by going to university and a real force behind me to push me to succeed.
The only thing I'm missing, is me. My dad explained to me after my last post that university wasn't just about education and qualifications, but finding myself and realising who and what I can become. This fact boggles my mind.
You can watch programmes on TV where random people flourish and become who they really are after they've been hypnotised or lost weight etc... and I'd be so unbelievably interested to see what will show me who Catherine White really is.
I know people go through this type of thing like no other, but wouldn't it be nice if you could go somewhere, like a doctors, and someone would prescribe you the ingredients to put together to find out who you are.
I'm not saying I'm in a situation that I can't get out of, or that anything is wrong with my life but the word 'luck' just doesn't cover my life. It can't.
Another thing I learnt from Sheffield Hallam was that everything happens for a reason. That fact, is why I cannot believe in 'luck'. I've witnessed situations evolve into something so much better a variety of times and none of it was luck.
So, this time next year I won't be living in Sheffield. But maybe if I blog one year from today, I could tell you what I've figured out... who I really am.
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