Next Tuesday marks my 24th birthday. I am one step closer from declaring myself closer to 30 than 20 and with it comes a few sets of expectations…

I have just strolled out of work (a little earlier than I probably should have), text some of my closest friend confirming 1) what I’m wearing tomorrow , 2) what I’m drinking tomorrow and 3) telling Matt to wack the pizza in the oven so we can get to the pub for kick off.

I am 100% in my twenties, relatively care free and trying to enjoy the now. My bank balance is well under £20, I have an empty fridge and I definitely do not see ironing as a priority. However, I’ve got this feeling from talking to people who are just a few years older than me that I can’t do this for much longer.

I’ve had a few comments from friends and family about three terrifying topics:

  1. Buying a house
  2. Getting married
  3. Having kids

My Mum keeps telling me: ‘I’m not old enough to be a grandma yet’. I totally agree, and I tell her in response: ‘I’m not old enough to do any of that stuff for atleast another 10 years yet’. 

I am seeing lots of my friends and former classmates getting married, having kids, buying a house, starting businesses, knowing what they want to ‘do’ and it’s hard not to feel like I’m falling behind on these life milestones. In a way, it makes me want to retract my age a little more and pretend to be 19 again.

However, in the famous words of the Courteeners – you’re not 19 forever, pull yourself together! 

I’m not going to act 19, but equally I’m not on a fast track to hit all these big life events either. I’m going to see what 24 brings, and you never know – I might even be a bit more mature next year (but I doubt it).

Positive of the day: I’ve got a weekend jam packed of friends and birthday celebrations and I can’t wait!