My life, my way? No way, Jose.

Your twenties are your years to learn. To figure your sh*t out. To have your 'AH-HA!' moment/s. Or so they say. But why is a number, your age, so definitive to your life and its outcome? Why can't you realise one day that your life is or is not what you want. Irrespective of your … Continue reading My life, my way? No way, Jose.

Signs that you are in your quarter-life crisis AND that you are totally kicking its butt

A quarter life crisis is a thing. Google it. Well if it isn’t; it is a real thing. Now I’m no doctor but I am assuming it is sort of like menopause? It has a ‘sort of’ age range to it and isn’t distinctly subject to twenty-five year olds. I know people who are in … Continue reading Signs that you are in your quarter-life crisis AND that you are totally kicking its butt

Time to talk about everybody’s favourite ‘A-word’

I don’t hate anybody or any things really (rarely), but this, woah he’s a real b*tch or see you next Tuesday. I hate it. Anxiety is absolute bullsh*t. It is physically draining and can hit you like a tonne of bricks or can smash into you quicker than dropping your iphone on your face lying down. … Continue reading Time to talk about everybody’s favourite ‘A-word’