If you have a bougie job, you’re probably not at the bottom. You can save money and take time to do exactly the right thing. I’ve often felt like I fucked it all up by rushing, by writing for money from the start. I can never start over now. To each her own side with the ungreen grass and etcetera, but no matter what: 29 is not fucking old.
I fucked it all up. I went to uni. I stayed. I did more school. And more. I got my bougie job. Someone else's bougie job for sure. Because never once did I have my own thought. My own heartbeat. Until now. 29. Bored. Brilliant. But admittedly basic. And I know, I know, Tilda, but it's so hard to start at the bottom now. The wrinkles are coming. Someone should tell us. All of us.
Yours is the only blog I've been reading consistently for since I discovered blogs over 6 years ago. I feel like I owe you something...
That is truly insane. If you feel like buying something, shop ADULT. Otherwise, my thanks don’t cost a thing. x