I’ve made it to a quarter of a century. 25 looks a lot different to how 14 year old me imagined it to be, but different in a good way.
I’m doing a PhD in a subject I love, I kick anxiety’s butt on a daily basis, I wrote a book (and found my lovely agent, Alice, to rep me!), I have the most supportive family and friends, and the best dog ever.
So yeah, 25 is pretty good. Two years ago, I posted my 25 things I wanted to do before I reached the big 2-5. A year ago, I wrote an update on my progress–I’d hit 11 1/2 of the 25 things I wanted to do. SO, what of the other 13 1/2 remaining goals on my list?
1. Move out of home! This one is a major goal, because if in two years I’m still living with my dad I may cry. I want to have my own little place somewhere.
This goal hasn’t being achieved, but I’ve kind of changed perspective on it. I think I’ve grown up a lot in the last two years, become more responsible, and so living at home isn’t so stifling. Getting my car has really helped in this regard. I also hadn’t planned on being a PhD student two years ago, and obviously that means things are different financially. However, I HAVE started saving for a deposit, so I am making positive steps forward. Overall, I’m pretty proud of my progress in this step.
2. See my friends more often. I am a bit of a pain about this. When I have time off from my day job, all I want to do is write. But what is the point in writing if I’m not experiencing life to the fullest? I want to go to coffee more, or have cinema dates, or movie days or five hour phone calls with the people I love best.
I still need to work on this goal, but I think I am improving. As I get older, I’ve realised friendships aren’t about how much you see your friends, but the support and love in friendships. I have THE BEST friends, and I am so, so grateful for them.
Two years ago I wrote this: 3. Get 8 hours of sleep so I don’t look like a barely functioning zombie most mornings.
One year ago I wrote this: PAH. This one is funny. I am still a barely functioning zombie. Insomnia is HORRIBLE, people.
This brought me back. A year ago, my anxiety had manifested itself in insomnia, and I was barely sleeping. This goal is definitely ticked off. I have worked really hard on sleep, and getting enough sleep, and I am now sleeping much better!
4. Do things that aren’t writing, but are still creative. I want to get better at crocheting and sewing (because I’m secretly a granny!).
I started cross-stitching! (Although actually, I’ve fallen off the bandwagon a bit so I’m going to start back with this hobby ASAP). This goal is ticked off!
5. Go to a gig. Because of my knee, and my hypermobility, I haven’t been to a gig in years. In fact, the last time I saw music live with V Fest in 2014.
This goal is still not completed, but, to be honest, I haven’t seen any gigs I’ve been desperate to go to!
6. Go to a literary festival. Listen to authors talking. Meet bookish people/ writers IRL! Enter writing competitions. Get more involved in this awesome community.
I did this! I went to YALC (the Young Adult Literature Convention) and I’m going back this year.
7. Raise money for a hypermobility charity. This is SO important to me.
Again, this is a goal that kind of got a little lost in the midst of my life, but now it is back on my mind, and I’m determined to do this.
8. Get a tattoo. 😉
Whilst I haven’t done this yet, I’ve FINALLY decided on what tattoo I want. So, there’s progress, but this goal isn’t quite ticked off yet.
9. Go for a weekend away with my BFF’s.
I went to Edinburgh last July with my sister and my best friend and I’m still not over it.
10. Go on holiday without my parents. It’s actually pretty tragic that I still haven’t done this at 23.
I *just* did this. I went to Amsterdam for a few days and LOVED every moment.
11. Learn a new skill – like how to play guitar or something.
Unless you count cross stitch, I didn’t do this. Buuuuuut it’s still on my list.
12. Put ‘me’ first. Practice self-care and body positivity. Have a duvet day if I need one and 13. Be happy with how I am. Don’t go on a crazy diet to loose weight or hate my skin or my eyes or my tummy. Accept me as me, a permanent work in progress.
I’ve realised that I will never achieve these goals–and that that’s okay. Nobody is 100% happy with themselves, and everybody scrimps on self-care now and then. But what I have achieved is making these elements a priority in my life, and that is all I can achieve. So I’ve decided to tick this one off.
I also genuinely can’t remember what the last 1/2 a goal was. And I suppose this is kind of a metaphor for life–you can’t always quantify goals down into lists, and sometimes things get in the way. I’ll always be working towards the next goal, and challenging myself, buuuut I am so so proud of myself for achieving what I have. I have achieved 19 1/2 of my 25 goals in two years, which is pretty darn good.
So, what’s next? The only logical step is 30 before 30, right? 😉