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 yourContinue 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 inContinue 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’”