2011. I’ve decided that that has been my best year thus far.
In 2011, I was brave and fearless. I was confident and self assured. I was single and independent. I was secure and happy.
Maybe not a 100% happy. But I was happy.
I was experiencing life. I was out in the world exploring. I wasn’t perfect but I was great. I had friends, I had freedom and I saw my family often. I was travelling all the time, learning all the time.
I was young. I was full of hope and dreams and determination.
I lost my virginity in June or July that year. It was a setback. But it was before all the other guys.
In 2011 I saw my two most favourite bands live. I experienced so much. Had the best new years party ever. Watched the sun rise of the first day of 2011.
My life was full, bursting. I always had something to talk about. I had friends to talk with. I had colleagues who loved me. Who invited me over. Who took me as their plus one to events. Who cared about me. Who believed in me.
I was alive.
How do I become that person again?