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How often have you started a sentence with "If I had enough money...." then put whatever idea came next to the back of your mind, without giving it another moment's thought? So many young people have goals that can only be met with cold hard cash (be it travelling, paying off debts or cobbling together a house deposit), yet only a handful of us have enough disposable income to make those dreams a reality.
When I’m feeling sorry for myself, berating the state of the country, or trying to get my mum to buy me a takeaway, I’m wont to refer to myself as a ‘poor student’. The term is meant affectionately, ironically — my astronomical student debt spelt the kiss of death to Nick Clegg’s career far more than it ever will mine.
Past you has a lot to answer for. Getting that questionable fringe that took years to grow out in year 9, leaving study prep to the last minute, and now having the genius idea to go vegan for January.
Whether you’ve always wanted to try going vegan or made the decision at 11.58pm on New Year’s Eve, now is the time when your saintly decision to help animals the world over is seeming more like a prolonged way of torturing yourself.
But then, comes a time, somewhere between Boxing Day and New Year's Eve, when the Christmas magic starts to wear off. Without warning, my mother ceases to bend over backwards to meet my snack requirements, and begins to show worrying signs of wanting to get on with her own life.
Whether it's the amount of food we're consuming, the money we're spending on gifts, or not managing to find enough time to spend with loved ones, Christmas can leave us feeling drained and guilty rather than full of festive cheer.
We may not have known it then, but by assigning us the various roles of this timeless production, our teachers were doing more than getting out of having to do P.E. that day - they were earmarking us for a star-studded (or otherwise) future.
I bet I can tell you what kind of person you are by your role in the school Nativity (no prizes for guessing which one is me).
Over the Summer though, I began to yearn for something more. If Dickens is the 80% dark chocolate of the indulgent world of literature, I was looking for my large Dominoes with wedges - less refined but, in reality, a lot more pleasurable. Which is when I found Jilly Cooper.
People who know me well (hi Mum) know that I love, love, LOVE yoga. And no, actually, not just because pretty much every class ends with a good chunk of lying on the floor.
Still, as a full-time teacher and when-I-have-time freelance writer, I'm not overwhelmed with free time in which to practice. That is, until I found Bad Yogi.
Being 20-something is an odd experience.
You’re an adult, but most likely living at home or still dependent on your parents in some way. You have a job, but it probably isn’t your dream one. And you’re desperately trying to stay in touch with school and university friends while wanting to appear friendly and sociable to your new housemates and colleagues.
Frankly, it’s exhausting, and all too easy for the things we really want to do in our twenties to get lost in the business of just existing as a functioning adult.
So, I decided to make a list of all the things I’d like to do this decade, from adventures I’d like to have to career goals. Alongside these, I’ve put everything that I probably should be able to do (like my washing).
I don't know about you, but to say I overindulged over Summer is a rather large understatement. End of term celebrations were enjoyed in earnest (prompting concerned nearest and dearest to question how I'd got to the age of 23 without knowing my limits), and a few well-placed August holidays were enough to throw me well and truly off the health wagon.