Last week I turned 27.
I know, I know I don’t look a day over 18.
And though I’m not thrilled to be another year closer to my thirties, I’ve got a really great feeling about 27.
The last year has been a crazy one for me; there’s been some serious lows, but also some of the most amazing highs that I could never have begun to imagine if you’d have asked me this time last year.
All in all, the last year has taught me to take each day as it comes, because none of us really know what’s around the corner. It’s taught me that sometimes things work out different to how you expected –and it’s much better that way. But most importantly it’s taught me to take risks, because amazing things rarely ever come from comfort zones.
For me life is about experiences; the things you’re going to remember when you’re causing havoc wheely-ing around your nursing home. So, in honour of both National Experience week, and becoming a WISE AS FUCK 27 year old; I’m embarking on a one-woman crusade to stop us from cock-blocking our own fun.
This year alone I’ve learned to snowboard – albeit making a complete show of myself in the process – flew at 100mph down the biggest zipwire in Europe and road-tripped to Scotland for one of the most bizarre two days of my life (remind me to tell you about it one day)… and that’s only the beginning. So I propose that we all start saying yes to new opportunities that we might have passed by before, to make time for the things that we’ve always wanted to do, and to start making a conscious effort to live out all those dreams that we’ve pushed to the very back of our minds.
To get you started, Into the Blue are running a competition to win your whole wishlist of experiences. So fingers crossed none of you win because my list is fucking fantastic, (sorry but WINDWALKING ANYONE??)
I joke, I wish you all the best of luck.