Happy Birthday to me! I am officially 30 and let’s take a moment of silence to mourn that decade long hangover I now call my twenties. I’m still unmarried, childless, I have no mortgage. I’m five years away from freezing my eggs and ten away from adopting a child. That’s my life update for the moment. I haven’t been in a serious relationship for five or six years. My father called to wish me a ‘happy birthday’ and told me that I am officially an adult, which is his way of kindly saying, “get your shit together.”
“I’m so sad today, I miss my old life,” I sent the message.
One thing you’ll notice everywhere when you visit Croatia are number of cafes and bakeries, the exact same way you’ll notice a pub on every corner in the UK.
If this was an analogy I applied to my everyday life and the way that I approached each day, I’d fail compulsively.
Do it with passion or not at all.