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.
Disclaimer - Okay I cannot really promise that. You may have a bad day again; actually you probably will have a bad day again. This word isn’t really going to stop that… BUT I am sure learning it will help nonetheless. I can’t really make too many promises on that one either. Sh*t this may … Continue reading The One Word You Need to Learn to Never Have a Bad Day Again
Irrespective of your age, anything can happen at any time. At twenty-four I have girlfriends that are married, that are pregnant, that have a baby, that have two babies, that are single parents, that are mums and dads of fur babies and then there is me. I am a full-time university student, working one or … Continue reading What to do when all of your friends are comfortably ‘adulting’ and you can’t even find the shoes that you wore out last night
I don’t know why but previously, during my early (single) years I was always the go-to for all advice on relationships. No idea why as it didn’t make any sense. Still doesn’t really. But everything from babies to fights to in-law problems, I knew it all. I could dish out advice quicker than they could … Continue reading Why is it so hard to take your own advice that you give out so freely to others?
Much like Taylor Swift I am also feeling twenty-two. Except I’m not. I’m twenty-four but even though that’s only two years it’s practically a galaxy in age difference. Sometimes I feel like I’m eighteen still. Then other times where I just feel, let’s just say other times I feel like a geriatric because I do … Continue reading Twenty-four things you learn before you turn twenty-four
Break ups suck. Period. No matter who's in the wrong (IF anyone is). And there's nothing, literally nothing, that anyone can say or do to change it. You go from sharing everything - no matter how disgusting, insignificant or hilarious, to nothing. Zilch. Zip. Na-da. You realise quickly how unpopular you are when the only … Continue reading “It’s not you. It’s me.”