Okay maybe approaching 30 is a little intense, I’ve just turned 26, but look I’m closer to 30 than I am to 20 and I’m just looking at it mathematically. When I was a kid and people asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up, I always used to say I wanted to be a teacher. I honestly now have no idea why, I think teachers are absolutely incredible and I definitely would never have been able to hack it as a career. I just don’t have the patience with kids. Next on my list was to perform, I even went as far as doing a BTEC and then a degree in musical theatre, but let’s face it, unless you’re naturally VERY talented (which I’m not, I’m a little bit average) and insanely hard working, you’re not going to be able to crack it as a career unfortunately.
I didn’t start working until I was 18. I was extremely lucky in the sense that there was no reason for me to fly the nest when I was young. I got a part time job at my local McDonald’s whilst I was at college and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate the four years that I spent working there, I learnt so much. Everyone should be forced to do just a short stint in retail or customer service at some point just so they understand both sides of the counter! When I graduated my musical theatre degree with a 2:2 I thought I was pretty screwed. I’d spent three years doing a really badly run degree, I hadn’t left my home town (I had moved out in my final year but swiftly moved back to my mum’s) AND I only got a 2:2. I will always put this down to the fact that my course was terrible. We took our complaints as high as we possibly could within the college and still nothing was done about it. If you’re reading this and are even slightly considering it, never ever do a degree at Hull College, I’d give it a very low 1/10. Despite all of this I did love those three years, I had so many laughs, put on some amazing shows and made friends for life. Life lessons were learnt that probably wouldn’t have been if we hadn’t been left to fend for ourselves whilst paying for the privilege. I knew however that McDonald’s was definitely not my calling for life and moved onto bigger and better retail prospects. I worked my bum off for three years and am now a retail manager. It’s hard physical work, long hours and you get to serve really really nice customers on the daily *insert rolly eye emoji* but it’s definitely not the worst job in the world. So decent job, first step on the ladder to feeling like my shit is together!
In August 2016 Chris and I bought our house. We’d both been lucky enough to live with our parents whilst we saved up and were both itching to get out of there and into our own home. We’d been through all of the proper steps with the bank and had some savings left over to go to IKEA and buy, well, everything. It took us well over a year to get properly set up, don’t get me wrong we felt settled as soon as we moved in, we knew it was the right house for us, but actually getting everything you need and the house in the shape that you want it does take time. I’ve just recently started to feel like I am ORGANISED. I write all of my shifts down on a blackboard in the hallway, my wardrobe is tidy and I even usually feel on top of the housework (thank you very much my shiny fabulous amazing cordless hoover).
I don’t know what I’ve always thought “together” entails, but I really do feel like I’ve reached a juncture in my life where it is. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t feel like this every single day. Some days are 10x more stressful than others and I absolutely spend some days off slothing in my pj’s with Netflix on and avoiding all of the cleaning. But I think I finally feel like I am the adult. Maybe what I’m getting at is balance, giving enough time to everything in my life and keeping on track and on top of things. I can honestly admit that I am still terrible with money, it burns a hole right through the middle of my pocket, although my mortgage and bills are always paid on time, our wedding deposit is down and my dream holiday is almost paid off so I feel like I’m doing okay!
I’m 26 and feel content with my life. I get up in the morning knowing I have a good job, a fiance, amazing friends who I’m able to see at least sort of regularly for Nando’s outings and coffee catch ups AND still have time for myself. So the next time I’m feeling blue and like my life is a mess, someone please direct me back to my own post right here as a reminder that everything is alright.
Until next time gang,