With introductions out of the way, although I didn't introduce myself, I believe that that will come out gradually, it's time to start using this for the purpose it was designed.
This is my first proper blog post. As I get more experienced and relax into a writing style I'm sure that this will seem to lack colour and wit, but as my first 'proper' blog, it will never lose it's importance. It will always be the one I remember.
Our society has placed a lot of emphasis on firsts. The first time you do something tends to be associated with growing up...first tooth, first steps, first day at school etc. And the older you get, the more important these firsts are. First 'time' dominates the last year of school, your first love takes over your life. But as we get older these firsts can often be looked at, even with rose-tinted glasses, with a cringe. Why is the awkwardness of your 'first' experiences more appreciated than when you've done it a few times and settled into yourself in that role?
Arguably, the way in which we are perceived, particularly before we leave education, is based upon assumptions surrounding the things that you have, and have not, done. Because of this people are pushed into taking a certain path in life, either conforming or actively resisting, with very few free-spirits just doing as they please.
Yes, firsts are important, but surely the way in which you react to these firsts is more notable, more telling of who you are?
Are firsts better than lasts? Which one is more memorable? Or is it all the times in between that matter, because they make you who you are, growing from your first, and ending with your last?
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