I usually do a new blog post around the time of my birthday as my personal new year has always felt more momentous than entering 1st January. But this year a pandemic (didn’t think I’d be writing that this time last year) meant that my birthday came and went in a quarantine blur and my thoughts were elsewhere.

Four months on, I’m in bed feeling a little under the weather, binge watching old episodes of KUWTK, so I thought why not do my annual birthday blog post.

Twenty-seven sounds like a proper grown up age. I’ve legally been an adult for nearly a decade, but twenty-seven seems to somehow make it more real.

It’s definitely not what I expected when I was a teenager. I never wanted to be married with kids by a certain age, or anything like that, but I thought my priorities would be very different. A younger me envisioned myself at twenty-seven as career driven with a buzzing social life and busy schedule. But now I’ve actually got here, although I am still ridiculously motivated to be successful, I’ve learnt that it is not everything.

Our pal Corona has also slowed down my work opportunities which were blossoming pre-2020. For months our social lives and busy schedules were brought to a standstill and we were forced to embrace a slower existence.

There are certainly HUGE life achievements which I can’t quite believe I’ve accomplished by twenty-seven, such as being on TV (Murder Maps Ep 2 on Sky Boxsets if you wanna see for yourself) and of course, becoming a homeowner. But I don’t only live for these huge highs anymore.

I’ve now discovered a new kind of joy for the little things in life. Finding the perfect dried pampas grass to spruce up our living room. Our tradition of having a home cooked brunch every Sunday. Being able to meet my best pals for a drink, because life is so much busier when you get older, so these get-togethers become almost sacred.

I am forever finding new passions for things like travel and cooking and I can’t wait to discover more. I feel so open to whatever the future has to offer, as if this year has taught us anything, it is that life doesn’t go to plan. But changing direction isn’t always a bad thing. It can be an exciting, scary but also exhilarating. So much can change in a year.

I prioritise health and happiness over being the most successful person in my field of work and how much money I have in my bank account. The older I get the more I discover what really matters to me.

So as I enter this next year of adulthood, I am looking forward to seeing what the next few years has in store, even if it can feel a little daunting at times. I know that there will be a lot of big and life changing things to come which will be incredible. But I’m also excited to fall in love with more of the little things; learn new skills, create new traditions and experience life even more.

Oh, and also have more bottomless brunches because day drinking is the way forward. Less chance of having a hangover, which get really do get worse the older you get.

Marcella x


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