I turn 30 later this year. For some reason, that milestone feels like a big one. Perhaps it’s because we’re on the edge of change. Perhaps it’s because I have an irrational desire to reach a certain point and achieve certain things before my 30th birthday. Or perhaps it’s something incredibly simple, in that 30 is a nice round (big) number.
Whatever my wobbles with my birthday in October, I am coming to terms with it in the only way I know how; a mixture of burying my head in the sand and fervent planning.
Part of the planning strategy involves embracing an incomprehensible new yearning for comfort. Now, when choosing clothes, I ask myself if they’re both pretty AND comfortable. I lust over thick blankets in homeware departments and eagerly await the moment I can invest in a huge new bed and sofa to sink into at the end of a long day. Continue reading »