Now that I’ve graduated, I’m feeling all nostalgic and keep thinking back over the past four years and to how much I’ve changed since the start of university. Of course, no one stays the same forever, and it’s easy to look back and cringe at how we used to behave, things we used to wear and what we used to enjoy doing. I’m sure many of us have things we’d love to say to our younger selves, and though that unfortunately isn’t possible, it’s good to remind ourselves sometimes that we might have made mistakes in the past, but we can always learn from them. Wisdom comes with age and hindsight is a wonderful thing, so this isn’t as much a post on what an arsehole I think I used to be (though I do at times think that), rather a reminder of how I’ve grown since my teens, and that there will always be things I look back on and cringe at as I continue to grow and change.
Leading on from last week’s Tomorrowland post, this week I want to share my Creamfields experiences with you. James and I have been to Creamfields twice, in 2013 and 2014, the second year being the year we also went to Tomorrowland the month before.
When I think back to Creamfields, I have mixed feelings because the two years were so different. 2013 was our first ever festival experience all together, whereas 2014 followed on from the most incredible festival experience I’ve had to date, so it’s fair to say our interpretations of the festival changed massively in the space of a year.
I’ve recently fallen deeply in love with oily, balmy, super-hydrating skin care products. Ever since I had a facial back in December and was told I was using too many products that were stripping my dry skin of natural oils, I’ve been obsessed with ensuring I keep my skin hydrated.
Recently, I started using the Elemis Pro-Collagen Cleansing Balm to see if a more expensive balm would make a noticeable difference to my skin.
In 3 weeks time, I will be on my way to Mysteryland, a dance music festival in the Netherlands. After a heavy year of final assessments and grad-life stress, I cannot wait to be reunited with this beautiful place.
All my excitement and eagerness has lead me to reminisce about my festival history. Though I’ve only been to a few festivals, my favourite memories were made at these places, and every time I hear a song that takes me back to one of them, I thank God I booked another to look forward to (it’s a never ending cycle).