I’m certain it’s not unnatural to at this point be contemplating how closely your life matches how you envisaged it would be. I’m also certain though, that you should only be concerned with the things that really matter to you, not the things that can sometimes permeate your own to-do list. As I’ve got a little older, it’s become easier to enjoy and celebrate my friends’ success without feeling guilty that I should be embarking on a similar adventure/career move/hobby. I am either lazy, or content.
Over the past 10 years or so, I’ve made some of the best friends I could have dreamed of. I’ve stayed up too late, talking nonsense to strangers at messy parties, donning fancy dress, face paints, doing the walk of shame, dancing on tables, getting carried out of clubs, having food fights in pubs (sorry Cluny!), singing to the stars at night in Jesmond Dene, raving in the quarry, setting fireworks off on the beach Tribal Gathering style, seeing in every NYE in style, hosting pool parties, soaking up live music (a brief dalliance with my own events), getting muddy at festivals, laughing until I can’t breathe, and being lucky enough to enjoy all of this with wonderfully quirky people who I am proud to call my friends.
This largely compensates for the fact that in some respects I feel very far from ‘grown up’. But there’s plenty of time for that, isn’t there? And if not, I’m not sure I care…surely to be happy is the most important thing of all?