It’s been one whole year since I graduated with a degree in Primary Education.
It’s weird to think how much has changed in that year. Even though I’m not using my degree and I hated the course, I have come to realise how glad I am that I did it. If it wasn’t for those three years studying that very degree in Oxford, my life would definitely not be what it is now.
I wouldn’t have found my church, who have now become my family. It’s also the place where I pour most of myself into every week. I love everything about it and the people I have met along the way.
I wouldn’t have met my best friend, who pushed me to finish my degree. We wouldn’t have all our amazing (and cringe) memories which we laugh at all the time. And I would never have met the boy she fancied back in first year, who she’s now going to marry.
I would probably have never met Bradley, who has put a smile on my face every day since I have met him.
But most of all, I wouldn’t have ever learned the importance of doing what you love. Within those three years of studying I realised how long the days drag when you’re doing something you’re not passionate about. It dawned on me what a waste life can be if you’re not pouring your heart and soul into something that makes you excited about living.
The year since I graduated has by far been the best – isn’t it ironic how the best things have stemmed from what I always refer to as “the worst thing I ever did”?