Ever wondered “why is my life so boring?” no? well I have! You know what it’s like January comes around and new years resolutions are all abound. Randomly last year I’d liked this page called the Yestribe. Looked pretty cool and sitting here now I can’t even remember how and why i got there but the group looked fun and they had thing called Yestival. A festival of speakers who’ve been on adventures. Bit weird but sounded quite intriguing, maybe this is what I needed some people to get inspiration from. After days of logging onto the page… then logging out. I finally bought a ticket. I think it was about a milli-second later than I felt sick with fear, what the hell had i done? I’ve bought a £125 early bird ticket to a festival down south knowing no one F U C K, I’m bloody mad. I posted in the group saying “i’m coming alone” and loads of others messaged to say me too!. It helped a little and I even got talking to one person. Anyways i thought to myself put it to the back of your mind it’s only money and you don’t have to go.

Thoughout the year the festival popped into my mind I even tried to convince some colleagues to go with me thinking if I didn’t go alone then I’d have to go. About a month before I reminded my other half about it and explained to him, he looked puzzled and was all worried about how safe I would be on my own camping (he worried me). But I’d put it out in the world that I was going so I was bloody going. I got my old tent out, this massive 4 people one and again fear entered my mind.. I’m going to have the biggest tent! how embarrassing. Again I thought sod it. I opened up the tent in the lounge and re-waterproofed it. I though to myself even if it’s the biggest I’m sure as damn it not going to be wet and stupid looking.

I’d even dyed my hair the week before bright red and orange (for halloween, we do halloween big), jesus they’re gonna think i’m some crazy alternative nutter, when in reality I’m a boring 34 year old who works for a massive company making sure packaging runs on lines and tries to make it look pretty. The look of me and the reality in my mind we’re so very different.

Anyway I’m bloody going. So i took the friday off and headed down, even on the way down I got a called from my boyfriend’s mum reminding me I could be attacked and why was I still going when the rain and a storm no less was forecast.

 

I was bloody going! Be Brave!