Faraway Skies

I can't seem to catch a break this week. I failed my driving test. Did poorly on a really important exam...since bad things come in three's, I'm just waiting for that final thing to drop and send me sprawling right back to square one. I always say that a failure is never really a failure, just a lesson to be learned, but honestly? This week I just feel that I can't do anything right.

The funniest thing just happened though. You know when the radio magically plays exactly what you needed to hear? "When the Going Gets Tough" just snaked through the speakers of my radio. I think the universe is telling me to stop feeling so sorry for myself and get on with my life.

I've been attempting to write on Faraway Skies since January but everything I write down never seems to feel right. It's like a nine month long writers block. But I'm back (and hopefully to stay) so I won't bore you with the details of what happened during my hiatus. But I will write you a lovely little list of the major things; just so you can get to know the older, wiser (one does hope) Chelsea.

1)The braces are gone. Corn on the cob>life.
2) Exams were passed...even maths to my surprise.
3)Life as an A level student is not at all like I thought it would be. College, as it turns out, is more stressful than the wait for season six of the Vampire Diaries.
4)Remember that lovely yellow hair I was sporting since this post? Well, that's gone! Hallelujah. From now on, listen to my mother on anything hair related.

And finally:

5)I finally ticked something of the incredibly long bucket list: Go to Paris.

So to summarise in five points, that's been my life for the past nine months. Fun and hectic. Joyful and a whole lot of stress! But really, all you could ask life to be.

xo

You know Buddy? The human/elf of the film Elf? Well...I am channelling his optimistic outlook this Christmas. I keep squeaking at the mention of anything Christmasy, I am just too excited to hand out my presents, eat overcooked (or undercooked; you can never tell with my nan) turkey with the family and snuggle up and watch those cheesy low-budget Christmas movies. Gotta love the Halmark movie channel!

Long time no write, eh? It's been almost one month since I have even looked at Faraway Skies. When the heck did life get so damn busy? Is this a part of growing up? Being to busy to do anything remotely pleasurable? I promise you, my untimely break has had nothing to do with anything remotely glamorous. Blame school work and crappy weather for that one. But I'm back! I persevered through the dreaded mock exams and revision days and piles and piles of Pythagoras Theorem (still don't understand a word of it) and have emerged a new, older and less yellowed hair girl. Though still one that sucks ass at maths...