I sometimes think of the time I was applying to uni.
I applied to Cambridge. On my AS-level results day I was miserable.
I got AABB grades, but I knew that wouldn’t be good enough to get in.
On the day I got rejected, I was really really low. I didn’t ever consider that I wouldn’t get in.
So I sulked around. And felt awful… because I’d pinned my identity on getting that achievement.
But it’s in those lowest moments of soul-searching that the best things come out.
In fact it made me question the real value of university at all.
And in fact, it led to a chain of events where I’m a lot happier than I would have been if I went to Cambridge.
What I have now is real freedom.
I don’t have to turn up to boring lectures/lessons.
I don’t have exams that bore me to death.
I can choose which set of people I spend time with.
I don’t have a boss to answer to… I have clients (but I can choose them, and the projects I take on)
I don’t have lecturers to answer to.
That freedom of time and energy and choice is beautiful.
And it makes you think… everything (even if it’s really bad) is probably happening for a reason.