I’ve learnt a lot about myself this year, both good and bad. Hopefully, by the time the year is out, I’ll be able to look back on all this and work out if/how I’ve improved as a person.
I’ve learnt that I’m a lot more emotional, and emotionally sensitive, than I thought I could ever be. I’m a big softy, basically. I think that’s good. But it can turn bad.
I’ve learnt that I can get obsessed with things quickly. I knew that, but not to this extent. It sort of frightens me.
I’ve learnt that I enjoy listening to people and helping them. I enjoy it a lot. So much that I’m considering volunteering for the Samaritans.
I’ve learnt that there are some important pieces of my life that are missing, and while the holes are slowly being filled, I sometimes fear that if I leave them empty too long they’ll warp out of shape and nothing will ever fit there again.
I’ve learnt that I was more miserable than I thought I was, and now I’ve realised that it’s made me even more miserable. A downward spiral of sadness.
I’ve learnt that being an adult isn’t the same thing as being mature, but that neither one should be the be all and end all.
I’ve learnt that the things I like most in life aren’t necessarily the ones that are going to make me happiest.
I’ve learnt that I’m not as intelligent as I thought I was.
I’ve learnt a lot.