So today was my last day working at Clatterbridge Cancer Centre. I’ve only been there four full months but it feels longer.  Starting tomorrow I’m the Recruitment Officer for Capita. Capita is a HR Shared Service that looks after 13 different NHS trusts. Nervous more than excited – but we shall see.

Leaving Clatterbridge was kind of odd. Maybe because my move is a transition but the work isn’t actually changing; it doesn’t actually feel like I’ve left.  Got some lovely presents though – beautiful bouquet of flowers, Prosecco... and aswell as a joint card with all the good luck messages; the only colleague I’d really bonded with gave me a separate card – which kind of meant more to me than the rest of the stuff put together.

 It’s a nice feeling knowing you made a difference to someone else. It doesn't have to be much. You don't have to do much to be able to make someone happy; or in this case 'keep them sane'/ 

No one knows the meaning of life – to keep your genes alive through reproduction? Or to set your name in stone, to be remembered. There are some who don’t care how they’re remembered it’s simply the being remember part – Adolf Hitler for instance is probably one of the most recognised names in the world – but he isn’t remembered for anything good. Nevertheless, his name will live on. Other people do it through acts of good – trying to make peace. Trying to save the world. It would be nice – don’t get me wrong – to make that massive impact. To be remembered and for the right reasons. 

But sometimes it’s enough to know you’ve made that impact on just one person. You might not have changed the world, but you’ve changed their world; for the better. Sorry – pure cheese? Yes it is. But still; it’s something to aim for. Realising you can’t change the world, you can’t save it – not on your own. But it doesn’t mean you can’t change it for someone else. If you're lucky enough to find someone you care about ... then you'll realise how effortless it is too. Making them happy becomes as easy as breathing. 

And on that stinking with fermented dairy product note – I’m off to get ready for my new job tomorrow. Will do a more journal, less cheese blog soon. 

So, it’s been exactly a year since I graduated. Which is kind of strange. I can remember it like it was yesterday, but also feel like it’s been a lot longer. I’ve been getting nostalgic all week with everyone uploading their pictures and talking about their own graduations.

What a year it’s been. I’ve moved home twice. I’ve had bad news; and good. Lost and gained friends. Some completely new people; others I’ve just got closer too. Which I’m grateful for. I’ve been to Dublin, and Turkey, and am in the process of booking Rome for my four year anniversary with Jake. On the job front I’ve gone from being a HR Administrator, to a HR Officer and I’ve just secured a position as a Senior HR Officer. I've turned down a job in Canada, and Switzerland. I’ve had all my hair cut off, and am steadily trying to regrow it. This all to name a few things that have happened this year; it’s been quite full on.

One thing that finding out I wasn’t very well benefited was my perception of time. A year isn’t really long at all. Time is speeding past and I can’t believe we’re already closer to next Christmas than last Christmas. But then, in the short space of a year everything can change. If someone had come up to me on my graduation day and told me where I’d be and what I was doing – I wouldn’t have guessed this. Am I where I wanted ? I’m not really sure. The whole career ambition was to be a counsellor but I knew that couldn't happen in a year anyway, it takes more time.

So what's actually going on with me? As I said I've just been promoted to Senior HR Officer, I'm currently based over at Clatterbridge and while the setting is nice enough, the 45 min + drive there and back every day is killing me. I feel constantly tired. I'm spending a small fortune on petrol to afford 200 miles a week. So luckily this promotion means moving over to a site in Bootle which; according to Google maps, is a 7 minute drive from home. I'm definetely looking forward to not having the commute.

I also have an interview for a Mental Health Psychologist role. While what I'm doing now is good, steady work and admitedly something I'm good at - I miss Psychology. I still spend nights sitting on the net reading various articles and studies. But the closest I've come to acheiving my counselling dream is being a shoulder to cry on for friends. Which is fine. But yeah. If I get this job it will put me on the right path - and with any luck - by March 2014 - I'll be Dr Sally Davies, EMDR Practitioner and Psychologist. Fingers crossed eh.

Not much else to report. I'm still pushing for a camping trip but the weather isn't really allowing it. Other than when I went on holiday - my summer clothes haven't come out yet. Theres a box of floral dresses, shorts, sandals and belly tops untouched at the back of the wardrobe. Normally by now that box is filled with coats and wooly jumpers. I'm pining for sunshine. Or another holiday. A logner, holiday, maybe a more permanent holiday. Who knows, this time next year.... I could be anywhere.