My time?

I feel like this is it. 
Like this is my year.
I feel like this is the time when I will decide who I am and what I'm going to do.


I've heard that a lot this year, and I must admit I think it to myself every year. But I don't know...something feels different this time. I feel ready. I feel like I'm finally starting to like myself and who I am. I say it feels like the right time, but really what does that mean? There isn't a clock we have to live by, deciding everything for us. No I think it's more of a feeling inside, a feeling of acceptance. 

It's going to be a good year, I can feel it. I said to someone the other night 'I'm going to go and do a degree in journalism after I've finished my current course' This was a HUGE deal, never have I ever admitted to anyone what I plan to do with my life. Of course I used to tell my friends it was my dream to write for Vogue, but I never really cemented that wish, I never really thought about it practically and I certainly never said I'd do a postgraduate degree in journalism. It felt monumental when I said it, like the pieces had finally slotted together and you know what? It felt good. I'm tired of being the one who doesn't know what she wants, I'm tired of just thinking everything will work out (don't get my wrong, I'm still praying I win the Lotto) but now I feel like I have a true goal and I'm desperate to get to that goal. 


So wish my luck!!