Inside Melly's Mind

And so the catching up continues. This one is all about the end of  my MA...

Hey guys! This post was inspired by a great post that I read over on Elizabeth East's blog Dainty Ballerina . She wrote a letter to her fresher self, from 2009. It was such a fab idea that I felt inspired to write my own.

Apologies in advance that this blog is a bit of a ramble and has no photos (boo). It's all change here, in Melly's World. As finishing my degree in English and Creative Writing loomed, I had started to worry that beyond summer, I would be a part of the frighteningly high statistic of 18-24's who had no job. So, I started to Google around about how to erm, move on with my life. The most important question I had to ask myself was 'what do I want to do?' When I was 3, I decided that I wanted to be a teacher and that was my dream until the age of 18. Well, for anybody who has ever had a dream, you'll know that the only thing scarier than not achieving your dream is having no dream at all. All I knew was this: I love to write. And since the teaching dream died, I'd thought of how I was going to acquire a job where I could do what I loved all of the time. Teaching would have been the easy option. But who wants easy? A conversation with a friend of