Things can only get better
Being a grown-up is difficult. When you’re little, stuck in school and longing for 3.30 when you can get home, all you want is to be older and a proper grown-up. I bet everyone wished they could go back to their younger self at some point in time and tell them it’s not all sunshine and lollipops when you’re older. But then again, whose younger self would listen to them? I remember when I was about 12, all I wanted was to live in London and be an artist. Here I am, eleven years later, living in London… but not being an artist. Sure, I have a creative job which isn’t youre typical 9-5 routine, but it’s sure as hell not easy breazing. I’m always very organised, but here I am owing the electric company a large amount of money… again. It annoys me every time because I plan and plan and it gets me nowhere. I know, I know, It’s life, and here I am starting to rant. It makes me angry though when there are some people living most of their lives on benefits, just because they cannot be bothered to get a job, and having the council pay for everything. And on top of that getting an allowance to buy things for themselves. But… That’s a whole other story.
The boyf never understands when I go on about things like this. He’s Mr laid-back while I’m Ms worry-pot. I’ve got to stop worrying about the future and concentrate on today. So, today I am going to Cambridge for the day to meet up with my family as it was my Dads birthday on Tuesday. So, to quote D:Ream- Things can only get better… can’t they?
Top by New Look (Now only £12 in the sale!)
Trousers by New Look
Shoes by New Look
Bag by River Island (about three years old!)