I have often thought about if I could go back in time what sorts of things would I share with my younger self.
Perhaps even things that I would warn myself, in an attempt to self-prepare .
But then the other evening I heard a very interesting statement on a TV advert: ‘What would your ten year old self be proud of if they saw you today?’
This turned the whole concept of communication with your younger self on its head. Sam and I looked at each other and instantly said, “Blog post!” Great minds think alike and all that.
Well it erupted into a very interesting discussion as the two of us tidied up, put clothes away and generally prepared ourselves for bed and the following working week.
Below, are my ‘proud of me’ moments that I would thoroughly enjoy telling my ten year old self about. I hope that the young Donna would be proud of me in return!
Proud Of Me Moment 1: Going to University
I know full well that going to university isn’t for everyone. For a long time I didn’t think it was for me either.
But, it did happen for me, in the end, and I am glad it did.
I learnt many valuable life lessons, including basically how to survive on your own.
Pre smart phones as well I might add – my mobile phone contract was awful at times, but it was the main way of staying in contact with family and friends back at home.
Proud Of Me Moment 2: Flying By Myself
I’ve only flown by myself once. As a teenager I took a plane on my own from London Heathrow to South Africa.
It was a very long flight however I got to sit next to the loveliest couple who were happy to share sweets and the odd conversation here and there between films.
The 10-year-old Donna would be mightily impressed!
Proud Of Me Moment 3: Surviving the Teenage Years
At ten years old the thought of being a teenager and going through the whole secondary school thing was a really, really big deal.
Of course I was worried about all things to do with being a teenager.
I needn’t have worried.
There were plenty of blips, bumps and occasional hiccups along the way, but generally the ride was interesting, rewarding with just the right amount of hormonal roller coasters.
Proud Of Me Moment 4: Buying A House
I admit there are still days when I sit at home, look around me and think, ‘wow’. Here I am old enough to own a house and have a mortgage. Where on earth did I learn to be a home owner?
Truth be told, I don’t think we ever learn. It just happens.
Somewhere along the line, the years of parental advice trickle in and get lodged in the grey matter.
Obviously there are lots of places to go to for advice, such as parents, other family members and friends.
But when it came down to it, it was Sam and I who did the viewings.
Sam and I did the phone calls, letter writing, email sending and attending meetings.
One day, we were renting from family and the next, we had signed on the dotted line as home owners.
I shall never forget the day we just sat on the floor in our new sitting room, looking at each other, silently shouting, what on earth do we do now?!
Proud Of Me Moment 5: Still Loving Things I Did As A Child
I don’t think I have ever met a bigger fan of Disney than me.
Song lyrics, quoting films you name it.
Things that I love from my childhood thankfully are still very much with me.
You put a Barbie and hairbrush in my hand and I’ll still plait her hair.
Give me a colouring book and pencils and I’ll colour in for hours.
I can still recite the entire story of the famous and well loved children’s book ‘Peepo!’
I love the fact that I am still and will continue to be very much in touch with my childhood – I do think being a Primary school teacher helps a bit.
Proud Of Me Moment 6: Finding The One
I met Sam on the 13th March 2009.
I had turned up as a supply teacher for one day and I am still there now.
We didn’t get officially together until the December of 2010, but had become very good friends before then.
I am in the worse job possible to meet men – or so I thought! In a career that is so very heavily female populated I didn’t think I stood a chance in meeting anyone for a very long time.
But Sam and I had many connections.
It turned out that I went to school with his sister. His youngest sister went to school with my brother.
And so the twists, turns and connections continued.
How on earth we didn’t know of each other, I don’t know. But needless to say, the Christmas of 2010 was pretty damn awesome.
Oh, and indeed we were the complete talk of the school. For ages!
You can imagine the fuss when it emerged we were engaged.
Pretty amazing actually.
So there we are. Fingers crossed the 10-year-old Donna would look at the adult Donna with pride!
What about you?
What things would your 10 year old self be super proud of if they could know about the things you had achieved?