Thinking about my younger years

I've lost my artistic flow, my inspiration for rambling, personal blogs has left, it's gone. All of a sudden I'm speechless.

It's not that life has got boring, quite the opposite, I just have nothing to say... yet. 

I dunno guys, how long has it been since I got all up in your grills, 2 weeks again?? My bad (again). What's happened since then, well there was the massive Anglophone youth event at church which was just amazing. Natalie had a vision of a vintagey cafe for the kids to drink hot chocolate in, step in crafty Kate! Lots of brown paper, mis matched chairs and gingham later and I gotta say, we did good. Then the actual event was wonderful, so many beautiful souls there. Huh writing about that has just reminded me of something I wanted to write about. I'll get to that in a minute. So yeah, it was a very special day. 

Last weekend started badly or well, not quite sure which one, so it was the rugby and a birthday. This called for beer and caterpillar cake, then someone suggested Chez George (casually throws Sara shade via the internet)  which meant red wine and dancing to Greek music. Then another dogdy bar later and well hello 6am. Urgh heaps hungover was an understatement. Very worth it though, it was fun guys. And all I had to do on Saturday was bake lots of cake, eat lots of pizza and chill out in the company of lots of friends, not at all difficult. In fact it was super lovely.

So that thing I was gonna talk about, when two girls about 13/14 asked me to pray 'just about life because it's really hard' uh, wow, yeah. How do you answer that when all you remember from being 14 was that life was tough, but that's exactly what it was right. I mean, think back to your teenage self, if you could go to him/her say one thing what would it be? Mine? 'You are doing just fine, you will be fine, you will get through.' (such a cliché.) 14-16 were some pretty yucky years for me for one reason or another but I'm still here, in fact I'm 23 and living in Paris which is a pretty good kinda here. So to the girls that told me life was hard I said "yeah it is, gets harder too, but do you know what? You'll be ok, actually you'll probably be better then ok." Growing up sucks, being a teenager in this day and age is scary. I did stuff in my teenage years that I definitely shouldn't have but that all seems tame compared to what goes down now! And then you forget, being a young adult is equally grim so teenage years fade into distant memories. For 15 minutes though, with those girls, I was 15 again, I was sat remembering it all. It's not easy, it's never easy and it doesn't get easier; I'm pretty sure I'm not the best example for coming out the other side unscathed. But you learn, you grow, you survive things that could've broken you. The things you learn and get over only serve to make you the person you are now. And it's more then likely that the person you are now is doing pretty ok. That shit from my teenage years doesn't define me but it has put me where I am today, and I'm actually pretty grateful.

Wow, from nothing to say to a whole lot to say. 

I would now like to suggest we all go and put on our teenage angst songs, I will be playing Blink 182 'I Miss You' & Broken Social Scene 'Anthems for a 17 year old girl'.