This month saw a huge bunch of talented, hard-working people graduate from university. If you’re on social media, all you need to do is scroll for a few minutes before you’ll see the graduation gowns, hats being thrown in the air and the end-of-university-and-graduation celebrations. It’s an amazing time for uni graduates; after 3, 4 or even more years of hard work, meeting deadlines and having to juggle living out of home with limited finances to get by on, it’s all paid off and it’s time to start the next, exciting chapter in their lives. But what about the rest of us?
Since becoming self employed, starting an online business and starting a blog, I’ve found myself becoming increasingly and increasingly eager to do more and achieve more. Followers, likes, comments, amount of books read, projects to start (and probably not finish), money to raise for charity, more “stuff” to implement into my business. More and more and more stuff for me to do – whether I have the time to do it or not. I’m highly a Type A personality, I thrive off of organisation, getting stuff done, meeting deadlines and projects and often spend near enough the whole day from the moment I wake up until the moment I go to bed doing some kind of work related “thing”. Is this healthy? Probably not. But I never, ever used to be like this. Nowhere near.
This is going to sound like a super weird post and I bet you’re probably all thinking, “wth jenny?” at the title. It’s not clickbait, I 100% mean it, I don’t like my own birthday. I mean obviously when I was younger in Primary School and had swimming parties and McDonalds parties and bouncy castles and the works, birthdays rocked. I wanted it to be my birthday every day! Actually tell a lie, I didn’t, I would always get overwhelmed with all the people and just want a quiet half an hour to myself but you get my gist. Birthday’s were brilliant. Friends, cake, food, presents, balloons, parties. But as I got older, I had a huge change of heart. I distinctly remember spending the first few hours of my 16th birthday in bed crying. So here’s a super sad list of reasons why I don’t really like my own birthday…
I’m all for celebrating milestones. In blogging, in business, in life, damn it if you’ve done something you’re proud of, reached a goal or milestone then you should sure as hell celebrate that – however big or small. I’ve done that since I started blogging and 4 years down the line, I don’t plan on stopping. So… today I would like to celebrate hitting 2,500 unique blog followers. Eeeeek! That may seem like a miniscule number to some, a huge number to others; we’re all on different paths and different points in our blogging “careers” but I definitely believe that we should celebrate our own and other people’s achievements. And for me, hitting 2.5k blog followers is an achievement. Especially after so mny blogging breaks and periods of not knowing whether I even wanted to continue blogging.
Whilst brain-storming blog post ideas for January the other day, I was reeling through all the genetic, “goals for 2017” type posts when I remembered that I wrote a “goals for 2016” post on 9th December 2015 – to be precise – I sat at my laptop and wrote down on my blog, for the world to see – okay maybe not the world – the things I wanted to try and achieve in 2016. To be honest I had completely forgot about all of them so chances of me completing them were pretty slim but I decided to go through them and talk about what I did and mostly didn’t manage to do…
Good morning everybody. Today’s post is in association with 4th September because today is my birthday. Yay happy birthday to me! Actually, you may be surprised to know that I don’t like my birthday all that much really and we’ll get to that shortly but I felt somewhat obligated to write something today because I think I’ve done that every year since starting my blog.
So at the end of June, I set myself a few little goals for July. I was feeling super good and motivated so I figured that was as good a time as any to achieve shit! Today I wanted to go through the goals I set myself for July (even though we’re now halfway through August) and see what I managed to achieve and what I failed miserably at. Which wasn’t a lot. Because I was on it last month. Which is more than what can be said for August, as I sit here writing this at 2 in the afternoon with cheese in my hair.
In case you didn’t guess by the title of this blog post, today, I turned 23. To me, 23 is a big scary number that makes it sound like I should have it all figured out when really, I don’t. For that reason mostly, I’m not a huge fan of my own birthday (other people’s however, I love!) because more often than not you focus more on what you haven’t achieved by the age you turn, rather than what you have. But this year, I thought I’d try and put things a little more into perspective.
This year, I turn 23. I’m very much enjoying my 20’s but can’t help but think about how quickly it’ll be over (translation: I’m having a premature quarter life crisis) and how many things I’d still like to achieve while I’m still young. So.. Lo and behold, my 33 before 33 list. A 10 year bucket list, if you will.
I’ve concocted a list of things I’d like to do and achieve before I’m 33; some are quite unrealistic others, I know I will be doing – I wanted a mixture of things with varying degrees of difficulty and impact.