360 days Until I hit adulthood!
It has been I officially have a yearish to go until I’m 30!
This is not a big deal for those who have past this landmark. They look and laugh at the impending doom of turning (checks if the coast is clear and whispers) ….30.
We’ve already discussed that I find this a bit deal. Now I’ve had a few discussions with the elders (the 30 pluses) about the subject and I have finally boiled down the fear. pure and utter accountability. Now caring about your peers opinion is completely un-nessecerry, yet we all do it. My issue with turning 30 is more about accountability.
Hear me out…
The older you become the more accountable for your actions you become. If a 20yr old and a 50yr old person both committed a crime lets say for instance stole something. The younger person will get off with no or a lesser punishment. Why? because they are young, in experienced in life. The 50yr old will be dealt a harsher punishment. Why .. Cause they should have known better!
Everyone has a silly fears and life expectations, mine is this. (I’m sure it will be fine)
On to lighter things, It was my birthday!!!
Lets just take a moment to appreciate the fancy ass wine cooler bucket I have! Only the best obvs…..
Birthday in captivity was very interesting. Normally we would go out see friends have a few drinks in our local watering hole….
** The watering hole is one name. The other is my AA meeting place. Now there is reason to this as it does seem insensitive. My sister who I speak to often, would call my while I was in the pub.(to clarify we have a dark sense of sarcastic humour.) Now it wasn’t always with the intention to get drunk! In my defence. It was like most people, after a stressful day at work, or a drink before a meal, a working lunchA. All of theses reasons and sometime it was just to get a little bit squiffy. So out of her jest commentary of ones drinking habit that I should seek help. So I responded with how do you know I’m not having a lemonade? Rolling around to my AA meetings.
…Going for a nice meal, the normal things that most people do. But when you have to social distancing, this makes it a tad harder.
The day instead of sitting in a hot tub in the sun drinking copious amounts of prosecco cocktails, while face timing all my lovely friends and niece. The boy made me a fake away of my favourite meal, which was utterly beautiful.
To top up on the blumbing adultness, close to the end of the night I fell over my own shoe while dancing to the disco light my amazing Heather got me. Laughter all around, until the morning when I couldn’t move my ankle. (insert face plant here)
So to the next year, to prepare for being someone less clumsy (doubtful)
….”I’m gonna go to the disco in the middle of the… landing?”
I don’t know what is the acceptable amount of time you can spend in a onesie. However the last few days have been fuelled by not much energy or ambition to complete very much at all. I’ve take to my one and only dinosaur onesie for comfort. Don’t get me wrong.. I have showered and attempted clothing and very quickly given up.
Thankfully I’m not sick. But more probably going thought the motions I feel we all will at some point during our captivity will experience. Low mood and a general sense of just not being arsed.
Is it because its a bank holiday? Traditionally its a joyous occasion filled with family, friends and loved ones. Or because the postie has the weekend off and my only running hobby of clock watching there arrival for all my online goodies is now on hold till Tuesday? We will just never know!
Luckily both me and the boy are in the same stage, so I don’t feel as bad about the matter. However I am slowly succumbing to the past time of boredom eating. Goodbye Easter treats!
On the note of Easter treats I hope everyone still attempted to enjoy the religious holiday of hope and revival?
We went fully traditional and had a curry! Well that seems to be the base food item in this house hold, even if I am a massive wuss when it comes to spice. The owner of the local restaurant and friends will confirm the tears over my Korma being too spicy, then being handed a family sized nan bread to shut me up. Bit of background to this, there may have been a slithering of alcohol ingested prior to the food. Also for some reason a Korma in Bradford is not the same as one in Manchester, I was not used to this!. The people here clearly have better trained taste buds then I do. Why wouldn’t they, there is a genuine curry mile here!
I do find I corollate Easter to by birthday. Which Is a week Tuesday. Usually they are extremely close or as last year share the same day. Which only means one thing.
Birthday in captivity!
This was the whole push behind starting the ramblings. I’ve always felt there should be a time frame of when you should have a certain amount of eggs in ones basket shall we say. Turning 30 Is one of the timepoints I have always felt the pressure of having to be a real adult. Obviously nobody in there 30’s will agree. However the impending doom of now only have a year to prepare myself for actual adulthood is here.
I have a few plans to get me there which I will share in due course.
Lastly I want to just add that instead of buying Easter eggs this year I supported a local baker and got Easter themed cupcakes. They were utterly beautiful and defiantly better then an egg. Reasonably priced and delicious. So I am going to leave you here link down below.
But for now my ramblings have come to a eggstatic end ( its Easter there has to be one pun!)
**Ellie’s bakes and cakes on Facebook. Based in Halifax.