In A Year’s Time…

This post should probably be a reflection on 2017 and then a rundown of some 2018 goals or something, but I don’t really want to do it quite like that. I didn’t like 2017. There were bright spots, like self-publishing A Grey Valentine’s and joining the lovely Instagram writing community, and I’m sure I’m meant to have learnt and grown from the tougher parts of the year but honestly, I’d rather stop thinking about all that for once and look ahead.

Half of 2018 is going to be pretty hard. I’ve got medical school interviews, mocks and most importantly, my A-levels. I take biology, chemistry, history and drama which is quite a mix for an aspiring medic and a lot of work. I enjoy my subjects (mostly) but that doesn’t mean I’m that thrilled about all the revision. Is anyone?

After exams are done is when my year will get fun. That’s what I’m looking forward to and that’s what’s going to get me through. I’ve got a lot of plans and so I thought I’d describe where I hope to be in a year’s time, on the morning of January 1st, 2019.

I’m exhausted, but that’s to be expected. New Year’s Eve is bound to be hard work for a chalet host, or ski rep, or whatever it is I’m doing. I’m not too fussed. I just wanted a season job, somewhere out in the mountains.

I don’t know where I am. Ideally Japan, somewhere like Niseko where I can learn the language and visit Sapporo and ski in metres of powder. If not, then France. I like France. Maybe I’ve dusted off my GCSE French.

What I’m doing will depend on my job, but I’m happy. Maybe preparing breakfast for guests, or planning transfer day. I’m working hard and smiling and maybe joking with a colleague, a new friend. I hope I’ll make some.

I’m looking forward to getting a chance to write. I ski in my free time of course, but I always leave time to write. I’ve got a second draft of my fantasy manuscript waiting in my room and the great people I’ve met are already sparking ideas for the next. I’m hoping for a chance to write a fight scene, using the skills I learnt from my Kenpo karate orange belt grading. Hell, maybe I even have a purple belt by then. I think that’s just about possible.

I don’t worry about school or home or university. That’s already sorted. I’ve been away from home for over a month now and I know things will have easily readjusted without me. School’s been done for six months, already pushed from my mind. University is waiting for me in September, a place at medical school so I can pursue my dream. I maybe worry a little about my boyfriend because that’s what we do, but I know he’s had a good first term at uni and later in the day we’ll call and exchange New Year’s Eve stories and I’ll tell him about the next chapter I’m working on.

That should give you something of an idea about my goals for the coming year. I know so much can happen and chances are I’ll end up somewhere completely different. Maybe I won’t get an offer and I’ll have to stay at home all year to reapply. Maybe I won’t get a season job. Maybe I’ll get injured and have to give up Kenpo before I even get an orange belt. In a way, it’s all out of my hands.

All I can do is work on the things I can control to give myself the best possible chance of getting where I want to go. I can prepare for interviews, study hard, read widely, cook often, practice Japanese, train hard and most of all, keep writing. That’s one of the most important things in my life and if I let it fall by the wayside I only have myself to blame. Wherever I end up, I hope I have my writing and I hope I’ll be happy.

 

Where do you hope to be in a year? Will things be drastically different? Will you make them different? As ever, I’d love to hear from you and I hope you have a great year!

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