Getting on a bit

I've tried to blog today but it's been hard. I know what I want to blog about but it's almost as if it's too difficult to write. I think it's because if I see it written down then it becomes real but here goes anyway.

This is the last blog of my twenties. I know I've given it lungs over the last week about things being the 'last something of my twenties' and laughed it off after as a melodramatic 'bit'. Spoiler alert – it's not a bit. I am mid crisis, I have crises, I have crisised all over the place. It's tricky to explain as I seem such a well put together and reasonable human being – I almost couldn't get to the end of that sentence.

I'm a super planner. I don't always write my plans down or tell people what my plans are but I make plans. Plans that keep me awake at night worrying about how and why I've failed. I'm also hoping that by admitting this it doesn't make me a complex psycho – I'm fairy sure it puts me somewhere on some spectrum.

Anyways – fuck this shit – here's to the birthday! If anyone wants to buy me a pint, glass of wine or gin and tonic tomorrow don't be shy, you only have to ask.

Until next time...