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Thursday, 11 June 2015

When Did I Grow Up?


I’ve been reading a lot of blogs recently of people where people see themselves in 10 years time, and it really got me thinking about my life in the future and where I am right now.

Back up to the present day, I am 2 days away from turning 25; a quarter of a century old, coming to terms that my 18th was 7 years ago, and I will never have a proper summer holiday. I’ve written posts before about how I find it hard to balance be a responsible adult, and a carefree 20-something, and how different my life has panned out to how I pictured it.

When you think about it in the grand scheme of things, 25 isn’t old at all, but it’s hard to ignore the hype of social media where we find comparing our lives to those people we barely know our favourite past-time. We’ve grown up in a time where you it was frowned upon not to have Facebook, Twitter and Instagram, making these sites a cornerstone in shaping the generation we are today. Sometimes there is nothing better then seeing where your old primary school pals are up to, and what girl your ex ended up with. But sometimes there is nothing worse. Growing up with these sites I find has sometimes been quite toxic to how I feel as a 20-something girl and I find myself constantly wondering whether other people’s lives are better than mine – is she thinner than me? Does she have a better job than me? She’s engaged, bought a house and has a baby, should I be doing those things? AND she’s two years younger than I am!

It’s easy to want what you don’t have, that’s just in our nature of being human. But step back a minute and think... When was the last time you posted on social media about the low points in your life? When you cried for no reason? Got shouted at at work or had an argument with your boyfriend? We sugar coat the things we put on social media to create the illusion that our lives are full of meals out, holidays and drinks with friends because no one wants to see us tucked up in bed with Netflix on a Friday night because you ran out of money weeks ago. Sometimes our lives are not as glamorous as others think!

Being 25 to me is exciting. It’s the next chapter of my life; the mid twenties. It’s the time where I will buy a house with my boyfriend and make it our family home. It’s the age where I am going to have a new addition to my family (not me for the record, although probably some point in the future!) It’s the age where I will see one of my best friends walk down the aisle and another have a baby. It’s the time where I will really feel like a proper adult.

As to where I see myself in 10 years, I can’t say for sure. 35 to me seems like a million miles away where I will have children, a house, and maybe even be living in a different city, but I can’t say for certain. There are things I hope to have achieved by this time in 10 years, but giving a definitive answer is too difficult. Do I hope to have made a small fortune, be my own boss, be writing for a living with a mansion, boat, 12 cars and money to burn… of course I do! But in realistic terms, the main thing I want from my life is to be happy.

I wouldn’t say this post is about me suffering from a quarter-life crisis, but it is the first time in a while where I have felt like a proper grown up. I made the choice to move back in with my parents to save for a deposit, try not to buy as many clothes as I used to and be as healthy as possible. Being an adult is by no means easy, and it takes a lot of adjustments, but starting new chapters is fun and exciting. There was no set time in which I thought I need to start acting more my age, but it has been a natural progression for a while. You may think this post makes me sounds old and boring, but for me being 25 is going to bring a whole new set of experiences and challenges, and I for one can't wait :)

Here’s to the future! x
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