When I told my friends and family that David and I were going camping on the West Coast of America for 7 days – with strangers – the reception I got was confusion and laughter.
You see I’m not typically renowned within my close circle as being neither spontaneous nor adventurous.
And the trip was only a week away, having been booked one week prior.
Friends and family will know what a cynical person I am.
I tend to write things off before I’ve even tried them, which is probably testament to both my cynicism and my stubbornness.
And so it was for the above reasons that I decided around the age of 18, that I just wasn’t a ‘yoga’ person.
I’m highly strung, my mind is constantly whirring with ideas and I have a phobia of toe socks.
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Your first school disco.
That embarrassing time your mum dressed you up as a giant strawberry – nope, just me then??
Your first very wobbly steps.
Chances are, if you’re around my sort of age (24, FYI) you’ll have each of those moments encapsulated in photo form and stuffed in an album filled with equally as cute, but cringe worthy memories.
In my 24 years on this planet, it’s fair to say that I’ve had my share of friendships.
The good, the bad and the ugly.
I’ve had friendships that have left me in tears, long-standing friendships, short-lived friendships and painful friendships.
And I quickly realised that there’s no one-size-fits-all approach.