Of my 28th birthday

Earlier this month I turned 28 years old. On that same day, I was hospitalised. It was my body's refusal to keep down any oral antibiotics for tonsillitis that left me hooked up to an IV for a few days.

It happens.

Being in hospital again (yes, again) made me think about myself and what I'm doing. I have two years before I turn 30 and I'm barely adulting at the best of times. I can't cook, I can't drive, I have a savings account but Lord knows there's next to nothing in there and then I look on Facebook and see all the folk I used to go to school with and they're all getting married, having children, buying houses and I'm just over here, standing still. 

I don't particularly want to get married or have children so what am I getting envious about? 


So I'm going to do something about it. I'm going to try and implement some positive change in my life, learn to cook a handful of meals, start driving lessons, get back into bullet journaling. Hell, I'll take just writing more frequently and being able to maintain a blog a minor victory.

Wish me luck.

Or don't. I can't tell you what to do.