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 26; over a quarter of a century old, coming to terms that my 18th was 8 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, 26 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 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 than 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 26 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. My 30s seem 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 26 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

At the moment I’ll admit that I am massively jealous of all of the bloggers I read that are still at university or just finishing and have that time in the day where you come to the conclusion that you can’t do any more coursework or revision and just sit at a laptop and write. I miss finishing my old job at 4pm, not having that long a commute and having the time to sit down in the evening and actually write something constructive, instead of cramming a blog into an hour between things that you’ve recorded on Sky Plus.

I said from the start that I’ve never wanted to post something that I felt is a half-arsed attempt at a blog post because its transparent, and my personality won’t come across which I feel is one of the most important things when blogging. I wouldn’t even say that I am running low on ideas because that’s not the case – I have loads of notes on my phone, emails to myself and even screen-shotted pictures that I want to include in my blogs, but the words just won’t come to me. It’s not even just that, the lack of inspiration isn’t even the most frustrating thing, it’s the lack of time.

When I was at university I took all the time I had for granted. There were weeks where I would have one lecture and the rest of the time I would just walk around Manchester, go shopping, see friends and all the things that I now feel I have no time for. I started this blog in university as part of a social media module (which I’m sure I’ve mentioned a million times) and although I love writing, and I really really do, I just didn’t think anyone would read my blog so I didn’t put too much effort into it. Plus when I was starting out, blogs weren’t a huge deal, but so many have taken off massively since then. And now I see students whose blogs have really taken off… ones who have the time to go to events in the day, vlog them, take really good pictures and so on. I’m not saying I wish that I was a full-time blogger and that my blog at university had gone viral (but hello, that would be PRETTY
AWESOME!) but what I am saying is that I am stuck in such a massive rut which just feels like is spiralling out of control. I don’t have the time to put as much effort as I would like into my blog, but at the same time I don’t want to publish a post just for the hell of it.

I’m not even 100% sure what I am trying to say, or if this even makes sense. But hey ho, I’m not even going to read it back because I am in that mood where I want to be completely honest and unedited. I want people to know where I stand right now, and in all honesty, I needed to get these words out onto a page before my head explodes (one of those days!)

I don’t think people are at a loss because I am blogging less, and I’m sure a lot of people haven’t even noticed to be completely honest, but I just wanted to say that hopefully my blogging mojo will come back and I will just find the time to get to grips with
everything. I need to keep remembering that my job is what comes first right now, saving for a house to start a future with my boyfriend and spending time with the people that make me so unbelievably happy. I just wish there was another day in the week.

Anyone want to help me petition for that??

We all know that females are a force not to be reckoned with at the best of times, but here are some of the things that we do, that guys will just never understand…

1. Have our mouths wide open when we apply mascara. I know I’m not the only one who does this, but seriously, what is that about?

2. Moan that we’ve put on weight, missed the gym for the last week, yet be found eating Nutella from the jar an hour later; and for your sake, just don’t mention it.

3. Constantly lose their keys/phone/purse in the monster that is ‘the handbag’.

4. Revert back to childhood with a dinner made up of potato smileys, fish fingers and beans… all the belly love.

5. Take 4378 selfies, just to get one ok looking one that we’ll inevitably never use for anything.

6. Instagram filters.

7. Talk to their friends on 4 different social media platforms at once.

8. Have the world’s amount of emotions at any one time.

9. Get annoyed when you don’t show us enough love on text, then reply saying ‘k’

10. Ask to put a film on, then fall asleep 10 minutes later.

11. Have 83 pairs of shoes for different occasions.

12. Own hundreds of cookbooks but still not be able to put a meal together and order a takeaway instead.

But don’t you love us hey? x