Thursday, 13 February 2014


Tomorrow (today, really) is my 25th Birthday. This is something which I really don't believe. I’m pretty sure I’m going to wake up and find that I’m still 17 and this has been a very, very, long and bizarre dream. But the evidence looks a lot like I might be a grown up: I have a job, a credit card, I never get ID'd anymore, and my neck and shoulders have decided to hurt today FOR NO REASON AT ALL which is a sure sign of old age.

In all seriousness, I am pretty happy to be turning twenty-five. Twenty-four worked out OK in the end and I’m confident twenty-five will be even better. This year my Birthday Resolution (because New Year's Resolutions are always depressing and lame) isn't really a resolution, I just want to work on becoming the best version of myself that I can be. I want to build a life full of things that I love and am passionate about so that my idea of who I can be/should be matches up with the reality of who I am. I don't want to fundamentally change who I am, I just need to be braver and believe in myself more. 
I have a couple of slightly more concrete goals e.g. get a tattoo! Move in with Paul! But I’ll either save them for a separate post, or perhaps spare you having to read about them at all.