One of the things our journalism lecturer taught us was: "if you're comfortable, you're not pushing hard enough."
I found myself thinking about that during my long-awaited stag do.
You could say I have lived a fairly "protected" life for the three years since my brain injury.
Like throughout my relationship with Amy, my overall feeling was privilege.
Like the way I feel privileged to call her my fiancée, I felt privileged to have a stag do after everything to have happened - without sounding soppy!
In the same way the 2012 Dublin Stag Do I went on - where I first met Amy - got off to a false start, mine was the same.
When myself, the other best man and stag went to Dublin, I forgot the boarding passes - forcing a hastily-rearranged detour to pick them up and subsequent punishment of me having to wear a Big Bird costume for the 45-minute flight.
This time, my best man speedily had to return because something had set off his house alarm.
So we were off to an eventful start!
After he had checked everything was okay, we hit the road - with me still not knowing our destination.
With my best man driving, let's call him "N", plus our friend, let's call him "J", in the back singing along to Carly Rae Jepson, we were on our way - somewhere.
Apparently some people had revealed the destination, but fortunately I kept forgetting. This was an advantage to memory loss.
Nonetheless, as we approached 'somewhere', "N" asked me to cover my eyes - forcing me to scan social media to see if any friends were en route.
I've always been a believer within every man lies two people - the "chap" and the "lad".
That tussle came to fruition with so many people from the different chapters of my life.
For example, Amy's dad is definitely a chap.
He has a pocket watch, wears smart waistcoats and does not drink.
Now, I am obviously marrying his incredible daughter, so was worried what he made of our antics.
But he has not pulled me aside and told me off!
The Stag Do was definitely something I was excited about - albeit nervous - as I knew Amy would be, because we didn't know what the activities were.
I'm so glad we live in an age of social media and video phones - especially useful for someone who doesn't remember things.
But I wanted to document the day as a reminder for years to come. Thank you to "N" for organising such a great weekend and all the amazing people who attended!
I've neglected this corner of the internet, but feel I have a good excuse - we have been busy planning our wedding!
We also have been looking beyond it and into our next stages. We have so many ideas for this blog and Youtube Channel and can't wait to have the time to make them reality. I hope you come along!
I found myself thinking about that during my long-awaited stag do.
You could say I have lived a fairly "protected" life for the three years since my brain injury.
Like throughout my relationship with Amy, my overall feeling was privilege.
Like the way I feel privileged to call her my fiancée, I felt privileged to have a stag do after everything to have happened - without sounding soppy!
In the same way the 2012 Dublin Stag Do I went on - where I first met Amy - got off to a false start, mine was the same.
When myself, the other best man and stag went to Dublin, I forgot the boarding passes - forcing a hastily-rearranged detour to pick them up and subsequent punishment of me having to wear a Big Bird costume for the 45-minute flight.
This time, my best man speedily had to return because something had set off his house alarm.
So we were off to an eventful start!
After he had checked everything was okay, we hit the road - with me still not knowing our destination.
With my best man driving, let's call him "N", plus our friend, let's call him "J", in the back singing along to Carly Rae Jepson, we were on our way - somewhere.
Apparently some people had revealed the destination, but fortunately I kept forgetting. This was an advantage to memory loss.
Nonetheless, as we approached 'somewhere', "N" asked me to cover my eyes - forcing me to scan social media to see if any friends were en route.
I've always been a believer within every man lies two people - the "chap" and the "lad".
That tussle came to fruition with so many people from the different chapters of my life.
For example, Amy's dad is definitely a chap.
He has a pocket watch, wears smart waistcoats and does not drink.
Now, I am obviously marrying his incredible daughter, so was worried what he made of our antics.
But he has not pulled me aside and told me off!
The Stag Do was definitely something I was excited about - albeit nervous - as I knew Amy would be, because we didn't know what the activities were.
I'm so glad we live in an age of social media and video phones - especially useful for someone who doesn't remember things.
But I wanted to document the day as a reminder for years to come. Thank you to "N" for organising such a great weekend and all the amazing people who attended!
I've neglected this corner of the internet, but feel I have a good excuse - we have been busy planning our wedding!
We also have been looking beyond it and into our next stages. We have so many ideas for this blog and Youtube Channel and can't wait to have the time to make them reality. I hope you come along!
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