I am a little person. Not necessarily in height (all 5' 6" of me) but when it comes to having to do BIG things it scares me a bit.
It occurred to me the other day that I have been living at home for a year now and my memory of living in a home of my own is rapidly fading.
Don't get me wrong I can't complain, but when the imprisonment of a family home leaves you sneaking out in the middles of the night, you do start to question your living arrangements.
I also promised myself I would stop writing blogs about my university experiences and men, there are a million other topics to ramble on about and my brain must try harder.
The truth is it has been a year down the line and I still don't know what I'm doing. I'm still the same girl, but slightly nicer, calmer and far more mature (Willy willy willy.)
The only downside is my expensive taste has sky rocketed and the CD collection in my car contains more Rat Pack compilations and Power Ballads than is good for it.
Maybe I am prematurely ageing? Maybe there is a higher force telling me I've been a child for too long? Thank you Grandma but I will always be your little girl (x.)
So there you have it, grabbing life by the male bits has officially worn me out but it has got me thinking- again.
As the past haunts us the future daunts us.
If only Jiminy Cricket doubled as a life coach and a conscience, there would be no unnecessary panicking then. And when the right job, the right house and the right man come along we will be ready.
(So much for not writing about men!)
So I raise a hypothetical glass in the air and say something that sums up this blog.
...Size isn't everything.
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