First thing would be to tell my younger me “Don’t Be So Sensitive!!!” When I was young, I took to heart what people said, thought, did and dwelled on it way to long, often to my detriment. I went to school at a tough Comprehensive school in Lowestoft, where my Dad taught. Got bullied, didn’t do as well as I could have, kind of internalised it. On the day of my last A Level, at 4pm I cycled overnight to Cowes, around 170 miles via Oxford with just some glucose bars. Soon as I’d escaped the bad un’s and naysayers, teaching sailing at the NSC in Cowes, with amazing talent and friends, I started to believe in myself, to be the best I could be in life.
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