Thursday 9 February 2012

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Never kiss a gift horse on the mouth

I am now 24 and feel like it is probably (and I mean probably) time to grow up. One of my best friends is married with children, another best friend is getting married this year (for which I am bridesmaid). Me? I am not one who would like to wed and be knocked up just yet, but I do think I need to sort myself out a little.

The boyfriend went from school to do an apprenticeship, to work for the company with which he did the apprenticeship, and has been there ever since. On matters of career, we do not ask him for advice (although he does tend to offer it anyway).

Until now, I have never been in a job where I actually look forward to going to work in the morning (although this fair morn, I did wish work started three hours later, as I was a sleepy cat). My day is always so jam packed that I do not even notice the time fly, plus, no two days are the same. For example, yesterday I was in Scotland, today I was not.

Not so long ago, I had an opportunity, which meant that I had to make a decision about where I saw myself in a year or two. I made a decision, I then had a tarot reading regarding that decision, the tarot cards told me I was right, I was happy. I am still happy, although my situation has had no change, I do not look back at the moment and regret it for a second. The boyfriend does. As I said, he gets no input when it comes to career advice.

So where do I see myself in two years? Hopefully still working in marketing. Hopefully still with the boyfriend. Hopefully with no stretch marks on my tummy from pregnancy (4/5 years before stretchmarkitus).

I've come this far, I now actually work 40 hours a week instead of boozing for that length of time. Believe it or not, I have even begun to pay off my student loan. Ok, the amount is so insignificant it seems I will be working until I am 500 to completely pay it off, but I am doing it all the same. At least I am not at uni now, I'd be looking at triple the loan to pay off!

I am wondering if, perhaps, one does not make the decision that now one is 24 one must become grown up. Perhaps, one grows up without noticing? I am going on my first boyfriend/girlfriend holiday abroad this year. I have been living with said boyfriend for almost a year. I do housework. I keep the cats alive (which reminds me that I must water the plant that my friend gave me for my birthday. I would like to add "keeps mini trees alive" to my list of grown up things). I always brush my teeth, every morning and night, without being told to do so. Yes, I think I am pretty grown up already.

Although, deciding to be grown up could be the opportunity to develop a new look? Maybe some new clothes, a manicure? Although, my current look did get me the 'Craziest Dresser' award at the work Christmas party. I got an Oscar and a certificate (which now resides in a rather *cough* understated *cough* frame on my desk at work).

No, it is decided, I will stay exactly the same. Maybe I'll read some self help books on how to be successful. I love self help books. They are my own form of DIY. They work too you know. I can prove it. Well, maybe speculation doesn't count as proof. I think they help. They give you all kinds of cliches and things that 'people say'. We don't know who these people are, or why they say these things, but they are one of two things; so wise I don't understand them, or so beautifully simple that there has to be sense in their words.

My boyfriend says some funny things, I think that he must be one of 'people'. He says thing like "colder than a witches t*t". I don't know if it is a Somerset phrase, but I have lived in Somerset almost my whole life and I had never heard it before then. I told him that it is untrue anyway as a witches breasticles would be warm and clammy because they stand over a brewing cauldron all day long, or check that the oven is hot enough for chidling cooking. Witches mosquito bites are most definitely not cold. If he would like to describe the weather outside in this manner, I will only assume that it is hot and sticky. Blooming greenhouse effect!