So tomorrow I’ll be 27 years old. It’s kind of a big deal, but not really.

When I was a child I thought that 27 was the age at which I’d get married and start a family. My aspirations are rather different now.

When I was 25 I had my quarter-life crisis, panicking about my life direction and the usual stuff. It hit me hard; I was no longer in my early-twenties, I had somehow aged into my mid-twenties, which was just a sidestep away from my late-twenties… There were so many things that I wanted to achieve by my 30th birthday – sort out my career, get my own place, etc. I could no longer afford to lark about like I had all the time in the world. I was a quarter of a century old. I was miserable in a stressful dead-end job, trapped there by several thousand pounds of debt.

A couple of years later I’m a bit more relaxed about my life. I still want to reach certain goals by my 30th birthday, but I also need to live a little bit on the way. I need to enjoy my mid/late twenties, not just race through them in order to tick off some boxes.

Tomorrow I’m going to enjoy a relaxing Elemis facial and a back/neck/shoulder massage. In the evening I’m going to watch Patrick Stewart in the Tempest. I’ve never seen a Royal Shakespeare Company production before, so I’m looking forward to it.