Hard work pays off

Just a quick one, yeah? A little update of sorts.

I’ve been meaning to write something else on here that wasn’t about running because, you know, ✨ varied content✨. However, each day I’ve just decided that, frankly, I couldn’t be bothered so left it.

I will try and do that soon, and I’ll do another Dry Dry January update at the weekend as I’m aware I missed one and I’m sure you’re all devastated by that (it’s going well though, thanks for asking).

Those of you who know me and haven’t just stumbled across this from the three places I share it (most of which are full of people I know anyway…), will remember that back in 2017 I started a journalism course in London. You may also remember that, while I enjoyed it, in the end it didn’t go to plan and I didn’t pass, but still got lucky enough to get a job in the industry. And you may also remember that a pandemic happened and I now no longer have that job in the industry.

WELL, phase one of the return has now been passed, I’m pleased to report. Towards the end of last year I decided I wanted to go back and re-do the course, this time passing and succeeding on merit rather than relying on luck. That, though, meant raising a significant sum of money, which therefore meant I needed a job.

I spent the last two months of that shit show we called 2020 grafting in a warehouse, doing 60 hours a week, to get the majority of it. Although the people I worked with were fine, and I got some cool uniform and memorabilia out of it, I couldn’t have hated every second more. That came to an end just before Christmas, and now I’m working in a supermarket to get the last few hundred pounds that I need.

The key point to this, though, is that I submitted my application to return to the course on Sunday afternoon, and yesterday evening I heard that I’d been accepted to go on without the need for an interview.

The interview part when I did it in 2017 (bare in mind I was 18-years-old, had only ever had two interviews in my life and this course was not designed for people that age) was the most nerve-wracking thing I’ve ever done in my life. Though I have no doubt I’d have been fine with it four years later, to have to not do it is a big weight off my shoulders and finally knowing what I’m going to be doing come the end of the year is a major relief.

There were mistakes, and distractions, last time around, but I’m determined to make this one a far different experience to the one I had four years ago. The hard graft in that warehouse so that I could get a second chance at following this dream was definitely worth it. Now I need to make sure I can continue that once the course comes around.

Anyway, hope you’re all doing good. Let me know if not – if you want to – and we can talk. See you again.