However, even back then there were a few issues with this sentiment, one of which being I really don't like wine.
Fast forward to 2025, here I sit; a 34 year old with a job in administration, facing redundancy, living with my parents, and having spent more time in the last 12 hours watching "How to Blog" videos on YouTube than actually doing anything productive. The only thing that really came to fruition is you can guarantee I always have some kind of sweet treat stashed away. Today, it is Dairy Milk Crunchie Bites.
When I was 18 I had such a naïve, false sense of security about the future. I was convinced that all I had to do was go through the motions, and everything would fall into place. I would pick the right path, pass all my exams, find a great job, and the love of my life would just appear along the way. But, who really knows what they want to do with the rest of their life at 18? I certainly didn't. I picked my degree based on "what do I find easy?" rather than, "what do I enjoy?" or "what are my career options?". If I could go back and chat with 18 year old me, I would definitely drop a few pearls of wisdom that would have made the following 16 years a lot easier, but that's a topic for a different day.
Anyway, feeling like a complete failure at life, I obviously decided to do what any sane person would do and start a blog.
Well, not quite. I actually decided that June would be the month that I would finally start taking some action. Instead of sitting back and thinking about how I could improve my life, I am doing something about it. I'm ditching the excuses, re-discovering my loves, re-evaluating my career path, and implementing some new habits with the hope of starting myself on the road towards something great, and as part of that, I am starting this blog.
I've always wanted to keep a blog. I have a lot of half-hearted, failed attempts scattered around the internet, and every now and again I stumble across a cringe-worthy post about "My Top 10 insert-random-2000s-accessory-here".
I suppose the difference this time is that I don't feel like I'm putting on a performance. I think that's something that comes with age; the realisation that being anything other than yourself is just exhausting and impossible to sustain. This time I am blogging for me, and hoping that somewhere out there someone else reads this and gets some comfort in knowing that just because starting over is hard, its not an impossible feat. Even in your 30s.