Why is it that the jump from your 20s to your 30s is the most terrifying? It certainly is for me anyway. Am I where I should be? Have I really lived my 20s to the fullest? It’s all just a continuous question. August 8th, 2020 I will hit the big 3-0. It has terrified me since the day I hit 22 to be perfectly frank with you. Something my mum says to me suddenly resonates in my mind.
“It’s better than the alternative babe”
Right she is. It is better than the alternative, whatever that may be (I like to imagine some kind of paradise where Spurs actually win the league and I can eat all the calories I want, surrounded with all the Pomeranians I can dream of).