So today across the country the soon to be graduates of my University checked their student records for the last results day of their lives. Continue reading “The meaning of life, the universe and everything: Results day”
As a child all I ever wanted to be was a writer, more accurately a novelist. I cannot say that as a young adult I would not mind taking that career path. For most of my life I have loved writing. Continue reading “When I grow up”
I’m a student in my early twenties and I have no idea what I’m doing with my life. I’m hopefully starting a masters in September to delay the inevitablility of entering the real world.
I am burdened with the glorious problem of being middle class. In other words I have too much choice. I always see and hear people talking about finding their one purpose, their one passion, and following. I love to write, I love to cook, I love photography, I love the outdoors, I am (schockingly enough) a massive nerd, I can crochet and I can’t decide what else makes the list. How on earth am I supposed to pick what I want to do?
So this blog is me, my life and everything. I’m not going to pretend I know where my life, or this blog, is going.