Hello Earthlings!
As I sit and type this I'm tucked up cosy in bed and listening to the wind batter everything in sight, and it doesn't matter that today I turned 20 because the wind still scares me so I'm still going to tuck up as tight as I can and try my best to ignore it after I've typed this. But, anyway! Hi.
Birthdays are a funny thing, you know they're going to happen and you know that you get older but they're a bit odd. When I was little, I looked forward to being a teenager which in itself is completely barmy (maybe I'm the only one intimidated by groups of teenagers...), and I always thought "13 is such a grown up age!!!" because 6 year old me was clearly clueless. I remember a particular time where I stood looking out of my bedroom window, in the house I lived in as a young child, wistfully into the distance (you know like they do on films where it gets to a real deep moment?) and couldn't wait for 13 to arrive so I could be a "grown up". Maybe we're only limited to a handful of those staring out of the window looking all sad and Hollywood in our lives and I wasted one of them on wishing I was 13. Honestly Lia.
13 came around and I was probably your typical 13 year old (back in the 2012 days and not Fortnite era), my birthday cake probably summed it up as it was a personalised One Direction cake. I was a Harry Styles kinda girl, but obviously he wasn't quite up there with Justin Bieber who I was that obsessed with I can still tell you the time he was born and recite the Never Say Never film word for word. I probably definitely thought I was a grown up and obviously cooler than younger me who had a flashing Hannah Montana scooter which I used to scoot down the hill on and then sit on at the bottom and try and push myself back up the hill. Why, you ask? I'd love to know. Anyway, as my teenage years went on I realised I wasn't really that much of a grown up and still needed lots of help with everything.
Then 18 and 19 came along and so did phone bills, car insurance, uni and the scariest of all...going into the dentist without my mum, and I realised that yeah I'm growing up and all that jazz. Not growing up in the sense of all serious and blah de blah because I can guarantee, that will never happen as I don't like taking myself too seriously. So, I'm just still gonna be an oddball but I'm happy with that! Obviously I knew 20 was going to arrive it just seems a bit mad that it has.
For example, when I turned 10 I was all "ooh the next decade I'm going to hit is 20 and that's all weird but a bit cool" then boom 20 arrives and it's suddenly the next decade is 30 and that's way too grown up. Am I meant to have my life together by then? Will I finally participate in "self-care" by then? Will I still put a tonne of pressure on myself to complete 240758 tasks in one day? Who knows? Because I do not which scares me and excites me all at the same time.
I hope that in my twenties... I never stop learning because my whole education experience will be over during this time and I don't want to ever stop learning new things.
I hope that in my twenties... I make decisions that will make myself happy, I always make decisions based on what I think other people want me to do and I think I need to stop that and decide what will benefit me.
I hope that in my twenties... I go on lots of new adventures, near and far and always appreciate the amazing countryside I'm so lucky to live close to.
I hope that in my twenties... I manage to do some "grown up" things that kind of terrify me but bring loads of new opportunities and exciting chapters.
I hope that in my twenties... I don't lose my appreciation for the simple things in life, like daffodils and "drive safe" texts and laughing a lot over silly things.
I hope that in my twenties... I continue doing the things I love and appreciate every opportunity I get.
I hope that in my twenties... I am happy.
I've had the loveliest birthday weekend, I'm surrounded by so many incredible people who I love dearly and I'm so very lucky.
Welcome to my twenties!
Lots of love, Lia x
As I sit and type this I'm tucked up cosy in bed and listening to the wind batter everything in sight, and it doesn't matter that today I turned 20 because the wind still scares me so I'm still going to tuck up as tight as I can and try my best to ignore it after I've typed this. But, anyway! Hi.
Birthdays are a funny thing, you know they're going to happen and you know that you get older but they're a bit odd. When I was little, I looked forward to being a teenager which in itself is completely barmy (maybe I'm the only one intimidated by groups of teenagers...), and I always thought "13 is such a grown up age!!!" because 6 year old me was clearly clueless. I remember a particular time where I stood looking out of my bedroom window, in the house I lived in as a young child, wistfully into the distance (you know like they do on films where it gets to a real deep moment?) and couldn't wait for 13 to arrive so I could be a "grown up". Maybe we're only limited to a handful of those staring out of the window looking all sad and Hollywood in our lives and I wasted one of them on wishing I was 13. Honestly Lia.
13 came around and I was probably your typical 13 year old (back in the 2012 days and not Fortnite era), my birthday cake probably summed it up as it was a personalised One Direction cake. I was a Harry Styles kinda girl, but obviously he wasn't quite up there with Justin Bieber who I was that obsessed with I can still tell you the time he was born and recite the Never Say Never film word for word. I probably definitely thought I was a grown up and obviously cooler than younger me who had a flashing Hannah Montana scooter which I used to scoot down the hill on and then sit on at the bottom and try and push myself back up the hill. Why, you ask? I'd love to know. Anyway, as my teenage years went on I realised I wasn't really that much of a grown up and still needed lots of help with everything.
Then 18 and 19 came along and so did phone bills, car insurance, uni and the scariest of all...going into the dentist without my mum, and I realised that yeah I'm growing up and all that jazz. Not growing up in the sense of all serious and blah de blah because I can guarantee, that will never happen as I don't like taking myself too seriously. So, I'm just still gonna be an oddball but I'm happy with that! Obviously I knew 20 was going to arrive it just seems a bit mad that it has.
For example, when I turned 10 I was all "ooh the next decade I'm going to hit is 20 and that's all weird but a bit cool" then boom 20 arrives and it's suddenly the next decade is 30 and that's way too grown up. Am I meant to have my life together by then? Will I finally participate in "self-care" by then? Will I still put a tonne of pressure on myself to complete 240758 tasks in one day? Who knows? Because I do not which scares me and excites me all at the same time.
I hope that in my twenties... I never stop learning because my whole education experience will be over during this time and I don't want to ever stop learning new things.
I hope that in my twenties... I make decisions that will make myself happy, I always make decisions based on what I think other people want me to do and I think I need to stop that and decide what will benefit me.
I hope that in my twenties... I go on lots of new adventures, near and far and always appreciate the amazing countryside I'm so lucky to live close to.
I hope that in my twenties... I manage to do some "grown up" things that kind of terrify me but bring loads of new opportunities and exciting chapters.
I hope that in my twenties... I don't lose my appreciation for the simple things in life, like daffodils and "drive safe" texts and laughing a lot over silly things.
I hope that in my twenties... I continue doing the things I love and appreciate every opportunity I get.
I hope that in my twenties... I am happy.
I've had the loveliest birthday weekend, I'm surrounded by so many incredible people who I love dearly and I'm so very lucky.
Welcome to my twenties!
Lots of love, Lia x
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