The start of a new year is always nice, you set new goals, you make big plans but before you know it you’re thinking about another birthday that’s looming.
Long gone are the days of being 5 or 6 and being so excited to pick a few of your friends to bring out for your birthday party. It’s now more of drowning your sorrows pretending you have your shit together kinda situ.
This April I will turn 27. Now I know I’m not about to get my pension – but when I was 17 I defiantly thought that this would be the age you kinda just knew what you were at in life?
Well 17 year old Aisling, no you don’t.
Instead it’s the age were you have friends who are married, engaged, having babies, moving cities, countries and getting big “proper jobs”
And then the “me” of the group. Just unsure of what their life is lol.
What are you meant to be doing when you’re a nearly 27 year old? All of the above? Or the latter?
Is there really any set “rules“?
As much as I would love all of the above, my main fear for “growing up” is not being good enough. Everything I do in life I want to be great at.
So for me, if I find something that I’m amazing at I will work hard at it to become the best I can be. This is my main concern on obeying the “rules” at this age in life.
As for the rest of the adults things, I guess they will just follow….
Because, well it has too. 🤷🏻♀️