This is a ramble, sorry in advance.
A while ago, I started a post about how I really wasn’t where I wanted to be in life. It was as if all my friends were growing up around me, travelling, buying houses, getting married, becoming parents, landing their dream jobs, having fun – all huge successes while I was still stuck in a rut I’d been in since leaving university. I was still in the same job, still renting a flat, still not married….and even though I was happy, it felt like a sort of lazy happiness. I was content with what I was doing but just because I couldn’t be bothered working harder to achieve more because I’d missed the point I could have been a success. Continue reading