[left][/left] [right][dropcap]I[/dropcap]’m not sure what photo I’m going to use for this post. Obviously it’s going live at 7am on my actual birthday so it’s a bit early to snap one of me, the birthday gal, all dressed up and looking like a princess (although, arguably, any photo of me would resemble a princess…).
Anyway, whatever is up there ^^ or around the post, I’m sure it’s representative of my feelings about turning 23. Or maybe not. Lol, maybe it’s just me dressed as a T-Rex or something just to throw you off. I’ll figure it out at the weekend.
(EDIT: I think these photos are pretty dece. Soz for the lack of T-Rex but look at those editing skills!)
As you’ve probably guessed from that intro, I’m not actually writing this post today. Today (irl) is Friday 15th September, and I’m in my pjs at Ollie’s kitchen table with an empty Sports Direct mug of tea beside me, listening to the weird end songs on the Moana soundtrack. What an exciting life I lead. Oh and it’s 12:36, for more context.
But ANYWAY, today is MY BIRTHDAY! (Play along, please.) [/right]
Today I turn 23. My next big birthday is 30, and I’m totally okay (I’m not) with that. It’s not like I’m running out an getting an adult job any time soon (hello education forever) so yeah, I’m pretty chill with the whole 23 thing.
Lol everyone over 23 is going to be reading this like ‘ugh it’s only 23 what are you even talking about’ like my hairdresser did when I told her last week. Sorry, everyone. 23 Just feels a bit too adult-get-a-real-job-and-a-real-life to me. I mean, bloody hell, I know someone my age with two children, if you can imagine such a thing. Half of my degree friends are engaged! (I did Theology though so…)
I mean, I’m literally wearing an anklet right now so I can’t be 23.
So anyway, aside from this little quarter-life crisis that I seem to have found myself in, I have very little to actually say about being 23. This is because it’s such a non-age. I had nothing to say about 22 either.
Basically, I don’t do birthdays very well. I’m rubbish at my birthday, rubbish at friends’ birthdays and generally rubbish at anything that involves getting up and doing something and pretending it’s fun. If I had my way I’d spend my entire birthday in bed with Vietnamese food and the films that Ollie won’t let me watch because ‘we literally always watch them’. I’m looking at you, Salmon Fishing In The Yemen.
And do I have any goals for my 24th year? No, not really. I might think of some as the day progresses, but I have nothing that I want to do specifically this year that I don’t want to do in general. I want to do well in my MA but like, I have to do that anyway. It just so happens that the course end date is around this time next year.
Nah, I’m just going to keep doing what I’m doing and keep my fingers crossed about it not all falling apart.
Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! x0