There it was… gone; my 22nd birthday was over before I could really enjoy it. Thank you for all the birthday messages! As usual with my birthdays, the feeling of being a year older only sunk in the day afterwards. Unlike other people, who set New Year’s resolutions, I always set myself some goals for the year ahead…
My 22nd birthday has provided me with a point of reflection, a plot on the map of my life, where I can say that as a 21 yr old, I restored my social life and I put myself out there to face new challenges and to meet new people, some of whom are now my best mates.
Being 21 never really mattered in terms of age, but it was a year spent maturing in my attitude towards life. After my grandma passed away, I had plenty of support from my university tutors to complete my essays and to get my life back on the racing circuit (sorry, I’m a fan of motorsport), but it took me most of last year to eradicate my negative attitude.
Without wanting to delve into the fictional sub-worlds that co-exist in my life and in the stories that I write, I felt like I was on a mission to save myself from the evil claws of a cage, trapped and locked away from society, forgotten and therefore rotting at the bottom of a large pit, covered and hidden by many layers of ground.
Mates like Thrillo, Raj and Luke (to name but a few) helped me to enjoy myself, restoring my inner happiness, because without them, I probably would have quit university altogether…
So I’ve turned 22… I had a nice meal out with my family at The George pub in Hintlesham, a village just outside Ipswich. I recommend going there, the food was excellent and as a Suffolk boy I certainly like my pies, especially the homemade Beef and Ale Pie I had last night.
With fudge at my side, here’s to another few years!