In a few weeks, I’ll be turning 26, and I guess I’m trying to rationalise a milestone in my life and make it seem more momentous than it really is. Here are 25 things that I wish I knew before I turned 25 and things I just figured were worth making sense of at 25!
1. Realise who you are and who you want to be before you have a moral dilemma that turns into a quarter life crisis
As much as we all kind of hate Kanye, we secretly think he’s a fucking genius and we despise that he’s so loathed and so loved all at the same time.
It’s been a while since I’ve blogged, and although I always seem to say that in an effort to justify my laziness, the truth is that I rarely feel that I have something to say – I may have something to say but the honest truth is that I’m not entirely convinced anyone will read it.
I’ve been stuck in bed for the last four days with flu and on the fourth day, I had been feeling well enough to get my ass out of bed and scrounge around the fridge for food like a homeless squirrel that didn’t get the hibernation memo. Food was the greatest adventure I’ve had in the last week let alone any sex.
During this appalling approach to address my appetite, I missed a call from my mum. I don’t think I ever could have prepared myself for the conversation that followed…
Bruce Jenner, won the world over with the brave creation that is now Caitlyn Jenner. We all revelled in the excitement as the Kardashian step-father took on his boldest broadcast yet which was to introduce us to his new self. If only we looked that hot at 65!
— Caitlyn Jenner (@Caitlyn_Jenner) June 1, 2015
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I still remember my parents rewarding me with a cellphone at the tender stupid age of 10 with a Nokia 5190 hand-me-down. I was so stoked to just be able to play Snake, not use the tiki-box for reverse calls and be able to send long-winded emoticon ASCii SMS’s to my friends. It was totally all the rage… It didn’t take long for me to switch to a Nokia 3310, have all the latest monotone ringtones and master the art of feeding a Snake large enough to fill up the small matchbox sized screen.
I’ve only been back at work for the last two weeks, and as much as they had tried to convince me with, “It’ll be fine, you’ll ease back into it”, I was sceptical.
The first two week’s have hit me hard. Much like Sharapova being bull-dozed by Williams, the month has slammed me in the face six-love. I’m currently working on the biggest campaign of my very short-lived career in the social media game that has earned me a seat to Australia for the Cricket World Cup. There are days when I think, “Kirst, you got this shit!” and the others that have me thinking, “Holy Fucking Mother of Pearl! What have you done to get yourself into this? You’re in deep shit!”. Most of the time it’s the last option that finds itself on repeat. I keep reminding myself that the time spent trying to make this happen is totally worth the hours, the stress and the almost free-flowing spout of tears that turn into uncontrollable laughter.
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