If you follow me on Instagram, you might have noticed that this weekend I well and truly milked the ‘it’s my birthday’ excuse to consume as much cake as physically possible.
I am now the grand old age of 24.
So no need to work out a new name for my blog just yet. In fact there is no pressure to really work anything out just at present.
I remember last year a friend of mine, reached 24, and really struggled with it. For them it seemed like a real land mark age. I guess 24 does have a certain gravitas to it, there is no denying I am now mid twenties. I know that by my age people have met the love of their lives, bought houses, or at the very least a car.
I can’t even drive, but that doesn’t bother me.
I’m a big believer in measuring your life in your own way. I know that when the time is right things will fall into place for me.
Besides I’ve had my share of quarter life crisis’s already, I think I am due a break from worrying about it.
So for me 24, wasn’t a wake up call, it wasn’t a milestone, it was just a celebration of friends family and living life. Does it freak me out, that this time next year I will be 25? Yes. A little bit.
Am I going to worry about it? No.
At least not until I run out of the party left overs which are currently overflowing in my fridge.
Live life & celebrate every year x
Ps. I did promise a video blog before I turned 24, and I might have missed that deadline, but there is one in the making I promise x