I know I wore this belt in my last OOTD, but what can I say? I love it.
I do apologise for the crease in the skirt of the dress. I’m terrible at being an adult.
Speaking being an adult, remember being a kid and looking at people in their 20’s and thinking how old they looked?
Even when I was in year 7 at school, from my 11 year old point of view, those 16 year olds who were doing their GSCE’s looked so tall and mature. They seemed like fully grown humans. Now when I look at a 16 year old, I see a child.
I’m 30 next year and all that maturity I thought I’d feel by now, the feeling of having everything figured out and being settled, it’s just not there. I still feel like a child wondering what I want to be when I’m older.
I’m increasingly fearful that while I’m dicking about here, still thinking I’m growing up and have all the bloody time the world, I’m actually already grown up.
And before I know it I’ll be looking backwards. Wondering why I wasted so much time trying to get where I want to be. Where ever that may be.
What if I never get there?
I can’t be the only one that feels like they’re years behind in their life, can I?