This little thing called life

Life is a wild ride. How many of us have looked up to our parents/people of age when we were younger and thought that ‘they have it all together’. Yeah right, none of us do. This seems to become so much clearer as we get older. Isn’t it funny we just assume with age we’ll ‘sort our lives out’. True to an extent, but I truly do believe we are constantly learning, growing, evolving and changing- and if we aren’t, surely we can’t be living correctly.

On the topic of age and growth, how’s the pressure as we mature? On both sexes. To buy property, have a mortgage, have a stable vehicle, be in a relationship and everything that comes with that(marriage, starting a family etc), oh and career- because every human on this earth will have the same job in the same field for 50 years… yeah right. I personally haven’t felt a crazy amount of pressure as my fam are the bee’s knees and so supportive. But I honestly dread the pressure and questions that are to come as the years pass. The pressure on women especially- to start a family before 30. In my mind 30 is SO YOUNG. 30 years of living(fingers crossed) isn’t even half of our lives!

When I think of purpose, being a mum really isn’t something that springs to mind. Mum’s are EASILY some of the most caring, unselfish, protective and nurturing people on earth; and they do such an unreal job. But I don’t think that is the only reason most females are earthbound. I do see the appeal, but I agree with most women that it ‘comes with age’. It takes so bloody long to figure ourselves out let alone understand our moral compass and values to want to pass on to tiny humans. But then again, when are we ever ready? When is the right time? At what ripe age will we ‘figure ourselves out’? Will we ever? Probably not, and that’s okay. We’re human. And figuring our shit out is all part of this journey.

I’ve found myself reconsidering the questions I ask people when I first meet them. ‘What do you do for work?’ is something that simply doesn’t matter all that much. This is generally something I’ll ask later on in the conversation if it comes up. I feel as though it can make us uncomfortable. Why is that? Why can we feel so un-proud when answering this? As if we were to think the person receiving the answer is about to stereotype or judge. When most of us love/have passion and experience/are really good at what we do! It’s mind boggling! I very rarely see people answer this question with confidence, myself included. I think we all need to change our perspective(+ how we answer this!) just slightly. We should be PROUD of our achievements! And work is one of them lol.

15 or 55, none of us have it entirely together + we can all learn something from one another. Lets reword the questions we ask.

DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP but food for thought. Could I have put any more question marks throughout this blog? Hehe. Have a lovely Thursday!