So this is it ladies and other people. Another fork in the grown-up road. I didn’t have to decide which path to take, hell I created the fork in the first place. But here I am and I have decided to move forward, even though at times it feels like I am still kind of “stuck in the mud,” so to speak. As I have learnt whilst been dragged kicking and screaming into adulthood that with any life decisions, you should not simply go with the flow, but rather grab hold of the reins and steer the flow in the direction which you would like to move, regardless.
So much is happening right now lovelies that my head is spinning! Leaving job. Being incredibly sad about leaving job. Going to London. Organising London plans. Not really having any London plans. Stressing about…London plans. Travelling. Home. New job. Writing/reviewing/blogging. Yes, yes, I know – these are middle class white girl problems. I have other worries, though, but these do not need to be vented on said blog.
As you know kittens, I have this “thing” about getting older. I am not talking about getting wrinkles and sagging and such, I just have this thing about my mid twenties. I know what I wanted to achieve by 25, and I am not bitter that life has turned out totally differently to what I imagined – its brought loads of learning curves, but still, 26 is filled with introspective behaviour to say the least – hence why I am always bouncing around, longing to be a gypsy, wandering and discovering, if only. My lovely American sent me an article recently which I think everyone will look at differently, but it made me kind of sad reading it really. Yes, I am still four years away from 30 but how different will life be then? When will be be too old to do things that feel so natural to us now? Will they always feels natural? We can definitely ask ourselves these questions starting now. Here’s the article:
But enough of this nonsense, I’m 26 for gods sake! So until that fateful day in four years time, I will continue to be as youthful as humanly possible. I will eat coco pops for breakfast, balance on the pavement curbs with my hands outstretched, watch Disney movies yet still make informed big people decisions, look at retirement annuity plans and pretend to know what the hell people are talking about when they talk about stocks. I can be 6, 16, 26, 36 and more, all in one if I so wish!