Hello, dear reader! Are you having a nice Sunday?
My birthday party was yesterday, and it was marvellous. Lots of friends, Cards Against Humanity and an unholy amount of cake at my house followed by taking over a pub garden for the evening make for a pretty perfect Saturday. On the trip from my house to the pub we were definitely “those people” on the tube who were being a bit too noisy, but we were also handing out cake to strangers, so I like to think that we balanced ourselves out in terms of transport karma.
One of my favourite things about my wider social circle is that pretty much all of my friends get along with each other, regardless of external factors. My siblings get on with my uni friends, and my friends from school get on with the person who stole my tricycle at nursery school (and has somehow become one of my closest friends in just twenty-two years). Last night I sat in a pub garden and looked at my friends chatting, drinking, and climbing on the garden furniture, and I realised how lucky I am to have so many people in my life who like each other (and me, hopefully).
Something else occurred to me about my friends last night: none of us are where we thought we would be at this age. Geographically we are all pretty much where we expected to find ourselves (i.e. in London), but in terms of career stuff and personal lives I think our mid-twenties have caught us entirely by surprise. That’s not a bad thing, but it’s interesting to look at our trajectories since university (for example) and see how far we’ve strayed from our original ambitions. We are, like Moss caught up in the dark underworld of Countdown, not exactly who or where we thought we would be.
I think that that’s amazing, particularly because so many of my nearest and dearest are drama types who could feasibly have been forced to abandon their dreams because of discouragement, money and other nasty things. Thankfully none of us have, and if anything we are more enthusiastic about our dreams now that we’ve lived in the real world for a bit. We know more about how we’re going to get where we want to be.
Now, how does one go about being on Countdown?…
I hope you have the kind of Sunday dinner that would make Gordon Ramsey weep with joy.