Showing posts with label 25. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 25. Show all posts

Monday, 24 June 2013

Birthday week

So it's my birthday this Sunday (30th) and even though I really don't want to be 25 I've decided I'm going to just embrace it and enjoy the celebrations!

I'm going to London next week for 3 days with my boyfriend. It's kind of a birthday thing as it was his birthday on the 20th and we've been going for a few years now. I'm looking forward to lots of yummy food and cocktails, and just being in London is good fun anyway, isn't it? We're going to go on the London Eye as we've never been on before so that will be good, and hopefully not scary. Other than that we don't have too many set plans. I can sometimes be a little tour-guide-esque and feel the need to know what we're doing each day but I think I'm just going to be spontaneous and see where the days take us :)

What do you like to do in London? Any hidden gems anyone knows about?

Wednesday, 5 June 2013

Quarter life crisis?

I am 24 years old. On June 30th I will turn 25, and this kind of terrifies me. 25?! How did that happen? It seems like I blinked somewhere in my teenage years and suddenly I'm supposed to be a grown up and do grown up things and just... Grow up! Am I supposed to settle down and start having children, or should I just go with the flow and see what happens? But if I do that, will I end up being too old by the time I decide I do want kids? Arghh! Such turmoil. Which got me wondering... Is there such a thing as a quarter life crisis?

I do realise that I am in fact still very young and a crisis over my age sounds extremely melodramatic at this stage but I do wonder if there is a kind of transition period between young and... not so young. Recently, I've found that I've "rediscovered" a lot of things from my youth - books, TV shows, etc and delving back into that world has felt strangely therapeutic, but also made me a little sad that those years are now behind me. On the other hand, I've also been thinking more and more about the "grown-up" side of life - having children, and a husband and all that. This also terrifies me. Even though I don't feel like I'm ready for "real" adult life to begin, I also don't feel like a teenager anymore - as much as I miss it, I have moved past that stage. So basically, I'm kind of stuck somewhere in the middle. Limbo.

I once read an article in which the author said she hated her twenties because she didn't feel settled and only really began to accept herself in her thirties. So maybe that's it - once I hit the big three-oh I'll feel pretty sweet. But that idea is way too scary right now. 30... years... old... Excuse me whilst I go breathe into a paper bag.