2010 is the year I turn twenty. I don’t know if I’m alone when thinking about this, but I consider the dawning of another decade of my age to be quite a worry. A quarter life crisis, if you will. For me, being twenty is the real start of my life. Up until now it’s all been practice. Yes I have had my heart broken, somewhat moved out of home and met amazing people that have shaped my life and who I am now. But for me being twenty is the beginning of something new. Theoretically, this is the decade I will graduate my degree in 2011, go out into the big wide world and start looking for a real job, live life and then hopefully settle down. At 19 I think I have my life planned out, when really I have no idea how my life is going to work out. I dream of working on a magazine, writing about fashion and being on Radio 1 all at once, while hoping to meet the one in London where I live in the most fabulous of apartments.
This is why I have decided to start a diary. I want to record the next ten years of my life to see what actually happens and if any of it turned out the way I wanted it to. And maybe, just maybe I’ll put it on my blog to show the world how my life destined to be. Columnist Tanya Gold does this very well. She is her own muse. Her column about what happened when she visited all her ex partners was absolutely fantastic. It made me realise that people are interested about people. The disasters of her failed relationships were so hysterical, they made me realise I can do this, but hopefully with less misery.
A week or so before I broke up from uni for Christmas my Nan rang me. We were reminiscing about life in general and that is when she suggested starting a diary. Time goes by so quickly now so it would be great to keep a record of what happens, as well as being a right giggle to read back on when I’m older. So this is my new years resolution for January 2010 and it will hold truth – the whole truth – as well as using my gym membership to its full advantage, but hey who’s list isn’t this on? If it will stick who knows? My diary will contain secrets about life and love, moans and panics, as well as a day to day note of what I do. Maybe I should get a lock - oooh I feel twelve all over again.
Maybe I have so many expectations for the next ten years because I’m like my Dad. He’s always had the determination and get-go to do well in life. Or because my Mum married my Dad when she was 18 and I think I’m falling behind, destined to be single forever. Not saying that I’ve never been in love, of course (a four year teenage romance went down the drain a year ago) I’m just quite picky. I believe in fate and things happening for a reason hence why I want to start this diary. I have no idea whatsoever what my fate is for the next ten years but I know it’s going to be fun.
Being twenty is the real start of life, when the fun begins. I will graduate and with a bit of luck, and hard work of course, get to the place I really want to be. Move out of the Shire and countryside to the big capital and be a city girl. Be a journalist, drink Starbucks, have a rather nice designer bag (when my salary allows me to) and network with the world with business cards. First impressions are key, therefore it is important to say that my past has made me who I am today. The present reminds me everyday to just be myself and the future will fill hundreds of pages of my diary to be. Who knows, maybe this premature Bridget Jones will work her way through, stress ball in hand, to be at the top.
WHAT TO DO NOW?