25

I’m turning 25 next week and it is the first birthday I’m not looking forward to. Not because of the ‘getting old’ factor, but because I always assumed I would have done a lot more with my life by now. I thought I would be engaged or married. I thought I would definitely have travelled by now. I thought I would have done something meaningful with my life; helped someone in some way, done my VSA. Something.

So, what have I done? I’ve gone straight from school to uni to working for two years. 25 always seemed to be the year you became a proper adult for me, yet I have little to show for it.