You know you're an adult when you have a hobby. But you know you're truly an adult when your hobby becomes your entire personality. https://www.instagram.com/reel/DMP0xQUo5yX/?igsh=ZGJjdWlqZG5uMHFp My hobby obsession began in childhood (the source of all my problems according to my therapist). There was country dancing, swim camp, woodcraft ... There was also the time I... Continue Reading →
You know you're an adult when you take a trip to London. But you know you're truly an adult when you still get excited at the prospect of going to the big city. https://youtu.be/41XXQsY3Vic?feature=shared First up was getting the train, which comes with all the anxiety that everything will go horribly wrong. Losing my ticket.... Continue Reading →
You know you're an adult when you start making healthy choices. But you know you're truly an adult when your healthy choices (drumroll please) pay off. Wahey! (Oh no, does this mean I have to create a Tik-Tok account where I arrogantly impose my healthy choices upon other people so they too can lead a... Continue Reading →
Contains language You know you're an adult when you acquire random items. But you know you're truly an adult when you put these items in your home, forget about them and nobody questions where they came from. Me: 'I like to keep the house minimal and clean' Mum: 'Here's a random bag of crap I... Continue Reading →
You know you're an adult when someone asks 'when are you having children?' But you know you're truly an adult when you reply to this question by … signing up to a bunch of Burlesque classes in an act of female rebellion. Me: I'm a dignified member of societyAlso me: How do I join the... Continue Reading →
SOUND UP! A visual poem by Viola Fox When she's oh so sad, her circus comes to town, She longs to be a pin-up, she feels like a clown, For the prize of rotten candy, she gambles her worth, In her hall of mirrors, she sees a little girl, Join her on her carousel, the... Continue Reading →
It was only the other day when I attended a Burlesque class in the centre of Manchester, I realised that any hobby which doesn't conform to societal standards is suddenly wildly appealing to me. Society: You're 32? Your hobbies are now M&S, complaining loudly in the garden centre, baby showers and repeatedly asking the physio... Continue Reading →
You know you're in your 30s when you reach new levels of not giving a sh*t. But you know you're truly in your 30s when being unapolotegically yourself is the key to happiness. Turns out, it's not algebra like school taught us it was. Once upon a time (thanks to the Daily Mail), being a... Continue Reading →
Thanks to the Quarter Life Crisis, I used to celebrate the weekend with Tequila and Nando's. Now, at 31, I spend Saturdays shopping for vegetables and enjoying (enjoying?!) an early morning swim. Who even am I? Apparently this is what the other side of 29 feels like and, clearly, I'm embracing grown-up-ness for all it... Continue Reading →
Thanks to society, there's a stigma that women need to achieve everything by the age of 30. *Cue universal uproar*. Thanks to this ridiculousness, women have adopted a Pankhurst-inspired energy to embrace life when things don’t work out by this grand old age. Like me, for example who rebelled against this 'achieving everything' malarky by... Continue Reading →
The Life Crisis 