It has been a week of results, meetings and mentoring.
We had a meeting with the Continuing Care team about some of my funding. It was a very difficult meeting, and it is the first time I have ever cried in a meeting. I won’t go into detail, but it was very a very difficult and sometimes harsh meeting. Sometimes I wish the people who are making decisions could live mine and my mums lives for a day and see how difficult it is. As mum is going to bed we always say “Love you, see you tomorrow to do it all again.” My long routine doesn’t differentiate, and sometimes it feels like groundhog day. Sometimes we are doing a procedure and I think ‘seriously? Its been 24 hours ALREADY?!’
In better news, and in case you haven’t heard yet, I managed to get an A in my A level which I am really happy about. Two years of sticking with it, and nearly one full year of teaching myself at home has resulted in this. I could not be happier!
The day after results day I had my first poetry mentoring session. I am having one a month for twelve months. My first session was so much fun, intense but extremely valuable. I know I am going to learn a lot this next year, and I am so over excited!
I also went to Dove Cottage young poets this week. We are running some events in the ‘Word Yert’ at the Lakes Alive festival (8th – 10th September 2017), so would love if any of you popped along.
I read Plum by Hollie McNish this week. She included poems she had written from the age of eight right through to adulthood. I loved it, and it got me thinking about when I first started writing. At the age of 7 my teacher sent a story home to my parents (plot summary: they died in a plane crash, the pilot and I were the only survivors, the pilot asked me to marry him but I had a broken heart and wanted to live on the road…. I was a deep 7 year old). My year 5 teacher wrote in my leavers book that she looked “forward to reading my first book!”. Being a writer has always been my dream. A dream I wouldn’t be following, it has to be noted, if illness hadn’t scared me into it. I could have gone my whole life not following my passion because it wasn’t sensible enough. How scary is that!?