Being a massive Courteeners fan, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t waited all year to post an Instagram picture with the caption ‘You’re Not Nineteen Forever’ (and a blog post for that matter).
On Thursday, I finally turned twenty. No longer a teenage dirtbag. (I wonder how many song puns I can get into this post). I say finally, as I’m an August baby, so the last of my friends to do so.
My twentieth birthday was probably my favourite one to date, even though I say this every year, this year, it genuinely was. Spoilt rotten by my family, and my boyfriend outdone himself with gifts this year. I know, I know, its not all about gifts, however I was like an excitable kid when I saw a Doc Martens box waiting for me.
My actual birthday was a fairly chilled day. I popped into town with Mum, bought myself a new phone – a gift to me, from me, it’s important to treat yo self too isn’t it?! A nice brunch at my favourite cafe, before heading for my driving theory test. An odd day to book a test, admittedly. However, it was the only date they had, and my impatient self wasn’t prepared to wait until late September. So my day could’ve been ruined had I failed, I went in fairly confident though and passed, of course. 49/50 too, not that I want to brag.
My evening was spent with my boyfriend, out for a very fancy dinner at Miller and Carter. Makes a change from my normal choice of restaurant, Pizza Express. Treating myself to something that wasn’t 90% carbs was actually quite nice, but I couldn’t even tell you what I had, too fancy for me to pronounce. Finished off with cake and wine, would be rude not to.
I then continued my celebrations the next day with my boyfriend, a day shopping in Portsmouth, more presents, more food and more cocktails. The perfect ways to spend a day in my eyes.
I wanted to round of the celebrations with a few things I want to achieve by the time I’m 21. I was planning on doing a 21 before 21, however I can’t think of 21 goals, and even if I could the chances of me actually doing them are minimal. So I thought I’d just come up with a few realistic ones.
• Finish placement with a first. If you’ve been following my social medias, you will know that in July I started my third year of university, doing a sandwich year. A year working in industry that counts towards my degree. By this time next year, my 12 month placement will be over, and I hope to have finished with a first (no pressure)
• Read more. I’m pretty sure I say this all the time, but I really love reading, however I’m really crap at it. I’ve lost track of the amount of times I’ve picked up a book, read the first few chapters then forgotten about it. Hopefully this year I’ll manage to get past the middle of at least one book!
• Blog more. Or at least be more consistent with it. Now I’ve got some more spare time where I’m not at uni, I have no excuse to get at least one post up a week. Having said this, I don’t want to put any pressure on myself, just blog when I have the time and something mildly interesting to talk about.
• Be less tight (enjoy myself more). I’m a massive saver. I’d rather know I have a nice chunk of money saved away and not touch it at all, then spend anything. Although this is a good thing, the amount of times I turn down doing things just I can save a bit more, means I’m missing out on all the fun stuff 20 year olds should be doing. I’m going to make it my mission to do both this year, save and have fun, it must be possible?
• Run another half marathon – or two. I may still be recovering from my first one, but since running the South Coast half, I’ve got the bug and desperately want to do another one!
• Travel more. Seeing as I’ve got a bit more spare time,, and a bit more money now I’ve got a proper big girl job, I’d love to see a bit more of the world. I’m not talking proper travelling, just a few more holidays would be nice.
• Care less. One that I’ve actually been getting better and better at. I used to be the worst when it came to caring about what people thought of me, however recently I’ve been a lot happier and I think this is down to caring less about what others think of me, and doing more of what makes me happy.
Here’s to being 20.