Twenty. I am twenty. Two decades. It might be a long while until I get used to that. I used to think people in their twenties knew what they wanted in life, who they were and wanted to be and just knew stuff.

Practically, with two older sisters and a big age gap, I should’ve known that’s a fantasty. Do anyone of us have our shit together? If you do (truthfully!), I appluad you.

I really do.

I, however, do not. Perhaps I never will and I’m learning that that’s okay. It’s okay to be imperfect and, quite honestly, a mess. Even robots are! (I mean have you seen some of these new google AI results!)

So why should we be so together and perfect as a real, flesh and bone, person? We don’t need to know what we want to do with our lives or never eat Toblerone in bed whilst having a life crisis at 12am. (I’m obviously not talking about myself here!) It only worsens with chronic illnesses but that’s a conversation for another time!

It’s an unfair and unrealistic expectation that is put on us by a society that we really should set alight and watch burn. Anyone healthy and up for the challenge? I mightttt let you borrow some books from our family library 🙂

For legal reasons: I do not promote arson.

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Sorry for the lack (or *cough* absence) of posts as of late! I still write a lot (it’s forever my therapy), I’m just terrible at remembering to post lately. I have several posts planned though and I’ll be putting them on schedule this week.

Lots Of Love,

And Big Gentle Hugs,

Tig x

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