When I was under twenty, I thought getting to thirty was the be all and end all of life. The way the ‘adults’ would go on about turning that dreaded age, it seemed like maybe that was the age you’re supposed to have your shit together. Career, marriage, children, house, nice car. Over the next few years, I realised that wasn’t going to happen, and I didn’t really want it to just yet.
Until January. Bloody January.
It’s now been one week since I became unemployed, and while getting work on the flat done and more time in pyjamas has been great, job applications, difficult renovation work and socialising have probably taken their toll a bit. Last night, I ran the Twitter chat, but then sat with pizza and a beer watching reruns of Fresh Prince on Netflix, and I didn’t realise how much I needed that!
Despite this, I am feeling in quite high spirits and pretty optimistic. It’s going to take some turning around, but I’ll feel amazing when I manage it! I’m looking forward to seeing where this all leads, and definitely think I’ve coped well with some massive changes so am a little bit proud!