I’m in the kitchen with my mum, bacon’s in the frying pan, I’ve got a cup of tea in hand and I’m a happy bunny. I’m wearing my roughest jeans and a hoodie and I’ve definitely got that Sunday feeling.
Work last week was better than I ever could have imagined. I went back into the school on Monday a nervous wreck of a Bronwen, but when I left that afternoon I’d found my confidence again. Honestly, just like that. It was like something clicked and I finally got over the fact it was all new and it started to feel familiar.
I knew I was comfortable when I found myself singing everywhere I went.
I’m more addicted to The Walking Dead than ever, so studying for my potential music therapy course has kind of gone out of the window. In a way though, I felt like I was studying all week at the school. At the risk of sounding like a complete nerd, I couldn’t help thinking about the ways Music Therapy could be applied everywhere I went.
This week’s my training week at the restaurant and I’m so excited! Will be great to meet everyone more than anything. No Sunday scaries ahead of this new job; I just can’t wait to get stuck in and start earning the money to make my dreams come true.
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