The first year of my thirties is rapidly nearing its conclusion (hello, 31) and I have to say, the experience of moving into this new decade has, in and of itself, been pretty anticlimactic. Turns out, aging, accruing life experience, all that jazz, itโs more of a gradual process than an overnight kinda thing. Who... Continue Reading →
Thirty, flirty, andโฆ surviving
Two outta three ainโt bad? 30. Itโs a tricky age, isnโt it? For one thing, thereโs now no denying youโre a fully-fledged grown-up. When you start your twenties, youโre essentially still a teenager; many of us were students, living Our Best (student) Lives. Nobodyโs seriously accusing you of adulthood when youโre breakfasting, hungover, on McVitie's... Continue Reading →
