Another year older

I’M FEELIN’ 24.

And ‘what does 24 feel like?’ you might ask.

In some ways, I’ve barely grown up at all. I still can’t wear high heels. I’m currently listening to Avril Lavigne’s Goodbye Lullaby on vinyl. I still don’t like gin and tonic. I’m still terrified of spiders. I’ve never used an iron in my life. I still hate cooking chicken. I still hate cooking full stop (yes – if you’ve been keeping up, the enjoying cooking thing didn’t stick).

But I guess I do feel a little older. There’s so much about life that used to seem big and scary and now feels much less daunting.

A massive thank you to everyone who posted on social media, sent cards, celebrated with me and helped to make this birthday so special.

The celebrations started with some awesome work colleagues and wayyy too much prosecco. I also went out for a lovely lunch with my family. I highly recommend Cote Brasserie in Chelmsford if you’re ever over that way… Superb service, lovely food and a free bottle of champagne to say Happy Birthday!

My sister came into London to meet me on my lunch break on the actual day and we spent a really lovely hour up in the Sky Garden.

I went for a wonderful dinner with some girl friends later in the week.

AND some time soon Dave and I are going to be climbing the O2 in London which is admittedly a little nerve-racking, but VERY exciting too.

Going into my 25th year thinking, life’s not too shabby. Not too shabby at all. In a way I think I’ll never leave my younger self behind, not really. I’m always going to love Harry Potter and Disney in general. I’m always going to love cocktails and prosecco and a good boogie. And I don’t think I’ll ever really like cooking. But I do keep growing little by little. And I think gradually I’m finding my way.