I can’t quite believe that we’re now in December. Like, how is this a thing? It only feels like yesterday that I was singing Take That on karaoke in a Grimsby pub last New Year’s Eve. Two words: easily pleased. Anyway, I’d be lying if I said that the last few weeks have been good. In fact, they’ve been bloody shit. Without going into too much detail, one of the closest people to me in my family is poorly in hospital, I finally understand why people say the third year of uni is soul-destroying, and I think it’ll be a long time before I learn to trust again. The last few weeks have been like something out of a bad dream, without the waking up part. But we all have our bad times, don’t we? I know that I will come out of this a stronger person, because I always do, and I know that these feelings won’t last forever. Because they never do.
Here’s some valuable life lessons that I’ve learnt in 2018.
Twenty bloody four. Sorry, but how is that even possible? It only feels like yesterday that I was chugging a bottle of Frosty Jack’s on a Grimsby field with Basshunter on repeat.
(This isn’t a recent thing. I was 15 – although I am a bit partial to Basshunter every now and then.)
I actually turned 24 at the end of July, but I’ve been so busy trotting across the globe that it hasn’t really sunk in until now. Being jet-lagged and drinking countless cocktails doesn’t really gel well, which is why I don’t have a very clear memory of this year’s birthday. That probably has something to do with it too.
But the reality would sink in eventually, just like it always does. The reality being that I am approaching my mid-twenties, which is just downright terrifying.
Here’s 24 things you learn by the age of 24.
It’s not surprising that January is considered to be the most depressing month of the year. One too many mince pies at Christmas caused us to gain a few pounds, and our New Year’s resolutions are already long forgotten. Christmas is such a happy, joyful time surrounded by the 3 vital f’s: family, friends and food. So when that’s all over, is it any wonder that we’re left feeling a bit lost, not really knowing what to do with ourselves?
For whatever reason, I’ve been feeling more nostalgic than usual lately. The ever-dreaded 23 is upon me, and I can’t really get my head around the fact that I’ll be 24 next year. God forbid, 25. I don’t even like thinking about that.