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 The Confidence Crisis (part one)
Tag: Adulthood
Crappy Easter
It's Easter time (again) and you are tasked with buying your loved ones Easter eggs for the big day. Do you: (a) Stand in the chocolate aisle in the supermarket with every intention of buying treats for your family (but accidentally buy a load of crap for yourself) (b) Get so irate with Easter shoppers… Continue reading Crappy Easter
In the Club
You know you're an adult when the highlight of your week is going to the dentist. But you know you're truly an adult when you book your dentist appointment slap bang in the middle of the working day because you'd rather have your teeth pulled at than attend another pointless meeting. If, like me, you've… Continue reading In the Club
Tastes like strawberries
You know you’re an adult when you have the ‘we have food at home’ talk with yourself in the supermarket. Me at the supermarket: ‘must stick to the shopping list’ Also me in the supermarket: ‘ooh a marshmallow assortment gift box’ At the age of 32, I consider myself a sensible and responsible adult. (A… Continue reading Tastes like strawberries
Go to the spa, they said, it will be fun, they said
You know you’re an adult in 2023 when you book yourself a spa day. But you know you’re truly an adult in 2023 when you book the spa on a Monday, so you can do that instead of turning up to work. That’s what happened to me when I had a ‘must escape reality’ moment.… Continue reading Go to the spa, they said, it will be fun, they said
Cone of shame
In the words of Britney Spears, 'there's only two types of people in this world.' Those who are clumsy (me) and those who follow their clumsy loved ones around with a hoover (my husband). I’d like to mention that my husband is also prone to an embarrassing moment. Like the time his shirt button got… Continue reading Cone of shame
Hello from the other side (of 30)
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 Hello from the other side (of 30)
Bog Standard
You know you're an adult when weekends are less 'vodka shots' and more 'cleaning the kitchen counters for the millionth time that week'. Me: where did all the crumbs come from?!Also me: *eats copious amounts of peanut butter on toast* Some people run marathons at the weekend (for fun?!) others, like me, partake in the… Continue reading Bog Standard
Hitched
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 Hitched
Stripped
The other day my partner and I went upstairs for a screw. NO - it's not what you're thinking. It's far sexier than that. I'm referring to assembling flat pack furniture (wahoo!). If a global pandemic wasn't enough of a relationship survival test, my fiancé and I decided to level up our adulting endeavours and… Continue reading Stripped
The Life Crisis 