As I near my 25th birthday, there’s a lot of emotions running wild inside my brain right now. Let me tell you, adult life is not as incredible as young me used to think. If you’re in a rush to be of age, don’t fret about it all too much.

There’s a difference between wanting to be older, and being it. Sure, many great opportunities and memories will come your way. Well, all our experiences won’t be the same, or any less complex, but I suppose, that’s the beauty of not knowing what the universe has in store for all of us.

Whilst the year is still in bloom, I’ll most likely do my best to ensure I don’t get lost in the resolutions I will inevitably break, the weight that’ll shed as slow as a turtle makes their way, and the poetry book that won’t be finished until the end of the year or beyond.

I try to be patient with myself, and the journey that life has brought me on. Although, it never does get easier. Being able to express my thoughts again has definitely been the light at the end of this dark tunnel of worry.