Location: Albert Dock, The Colonnades, Liverpool
Everyone seems to agree that 2016 was a bad year. Every week the news just seemed to get more and more depressing, and I met so many people who were stuck in a 'I'm in my twenties and have no idea what I'm doing with my life' rut - myself included. By the festive period, I was ready to let off all of the built up anxiety through means of aggressively pulling crackers, gorging on cheese boards and leisurely drinking prosecco alongside dinner. That high life couldn't last forever though, and as 2017 arrived I began to look ahead, even cheesily setting myself some New Year's Resolutions. I guess the great turn around was actually getting a job. Last year after volunteering abroad, I didn't expect the job hunt to be so tiring and relentless, and with the world feeling like it was going to end (Brexit, celeb death toll rising alarmingly, Donald Trump etcetera) I felt as though I was walking around in dystopian fiction, far from the playground I'd felt just a year earlier in my secure and fun sales assistant role with no plans or cares, except a vague schedule to go travelling between working and saving. But it was time for real stuff, the real world. Choose life and all that. Be an adult. And so, it was time to move on.
Last weekend, I and my boyfriend Luke drove down the motorway to Liverpool. Since he bought himself a new car, we've been making more time to travel further afield, planning more city explorations and summer adventures with the safe comfort that we won't be relying on trains or buses this year (although we do love a bit of a hitch hike now and then). With such simple means of freedom, it's made me realise that the pair of us definitely need more time for ourselves, and for each other. Last year, I for one got so caught up in life that sometimes I forgot to actually sit back and enjoy it - something we can all be guilty of from time to time.
I'm definitely beginning to realise that sometimes I put an incredible amount of pressure on myself. I can easily let myself worry about everything; from my job; my bank account; what my parents think to what people that know me think; what people that don't know me think and if what I'm doing is even the right thing. I worry that I'm twenty-three and not where I 'should' be, and then I worry that I'm twenty-three and worrying my damn twenties away! However over the past several months, and especially since the beginning of this year, I've took the time to calm down and take a step back from the woes of comparison and self-doubt. There comes a time when you just need to leave the house, jump in the car, stand on the docks, look to the sea and realise - it's all gonna be okay.
March has arrived, and it brings with it Spring. It's the beginning of a brand new chapter, and I'm more than ready to make some quality time for it and for myself (which will include eating my body weight in Easter eggs 😋).
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