“You’ll understand when you’re older”… I’m older and I understand absolutely nothing…

It was my birthday on Thursday and I turned 26. It's an age where, when I was a teenager, I was sure I'd know what the hell I was doing with my life. You know, I'd be working a top notch job, be saving towards a house, be travelling regularly, and all the "proper adult stuff" that you know, we all should be doing by your mid to late 20's. I'd be ticking off dreams left, right and centre, all whilst keeping fit and healthy and having an amazing social life, of course. But the reality is I'm sat here in my pyjamas in my tiny one bed flat with not too much to show for the last 26 years. The reality is I have no idea what the hell I'm doing.

We’re all just Normal People…

I've always been a little bit rubbish at reading. I tend to go through phases where I throw myself into a book but then can go for months without picking it up again. I know, I know, for a lot of you that probably sounds painful, but when you've got everything else in life weighing you down, reading, for me anyway, tends to be a pretty low priority on the list unfortunately.

Finding the inspiration…

I'm incredibly guilty of getting stuck in my routine. Particularly in the winter months, leaving the house can be a chore. When my weekends come round, after a long old week at work, I'm more than happy to sit in, in the warm and not move from my sleepy blanket cocoon. Now, as much as that sounds like a pretty dreamy set up for a lot of people (including myself...) it starts becoming slightly Groundhog Day-esque and the weeks start merging into one, with nothing particularly interesting happening from one week to the next.