You Don’t Need Everything Sorted by Thirty: And Other Patronising Life Advice I Hate

Today I turn twenty-seven and, honestly, I can’t help feeling I should have some ducks in my row by now. I’m aware twenty-seven is young. I’ve heard every single way of someone telling me I’m still young. But it actually annoys the heck out of me. Can you maybe not invalidate my fears by patronisingly … Continue reading You Don’t Need Everything Sorted by Thirty: And Other Patronising Life Advice I Hate