Well I turned 31 at the weekend. Which feels weird. The actual act of turning 31 one doesn’t bother me (and I had a very nice day of it) but I’m struggling to come to terms with the fact it’s already been a year since my last birthday. A year. A whole year. And I’ve done… nothing.
Things have happened, of course. My best friends wedding, my road trip to Scotland (slightly disappointing as it was) and that time I… and… wait… nope, that’s it. Oh well. Here’s to the next 365 days and trying to not let it go to waste.