athena-lily

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My back is officially done.

I bent down a week ago to scrub a floor (which I’d been putting off) and I’ve regretted it ever since.

It hurts so much. I need a walker or a wheelchair or one of those gopher things.

I should have continued procrastinating.

Until next time.

Athena-Lily

[athena-lily]

How To Feed Yourself As An Adult After 5 Years Of Someone Else Taking Care of Cooking:

Step 1: Go to supermarket.

Step 2: Do 3 circuits of supermarket. Sigh loudly.

Step 3: Complete 4th lap of supermarket, walking in a fast and agitated manner.

Step 4: Grab a bag of chipotle corn chips and a jar of nacho cheese dip. Feel satisfied that job is well done.

Step 5: Get home. Sit down to open the jar of dip. Realise you are weakest person alive. Panic.

Step 6: Grab the only knife that didn't belong in boyfriend’s chef kit, being a gigantic meat cleaver, and bash at jar terrified of cutting off at least a finger but more likely a hand.

Step 7: Open jar without severe injuries. Celebrate by eating many chipotle corn chips.

Step 8: Realise you forgot a drink and chipotle is fucking spicy when you've consumed half a bag of it.

Step 9: Remember water is a thing.

Step 10: Drink water. Remember water is bad for spicy.

Step 11: ???

Difficult to believe I’m 29 🙄

Until next time.

Athena-Lily

[athena-lily]

I turn 30 in 2 weeks.

I started having my “turning 30” crisis about 2 years ago. In the long run, the number ticking over from 29 to 30 doesn’t change anything but it feels like a big deal.

Scratch that. A huge deal.

Part of it is the importance people around me are putting on it.

“A certain someone is turning 30 soon.”

“I can’t wait for you to turn 30 and be old.”

Yes, that second quote is from a younger sibling.

The other part of it is this. Have I amounted to or achieved anything significant enough for me to call my 20s a success? It might seem silly to look at it in this way, but it’s 10 whole years of my life. A brief rundown of the last 10 years follows, don’t feel obliged to read it.

2010: I turn 20, move out of home for the first time, experience the “big city” (people from Western Australia) will understand.

2011: Move back in with mum and the family for a few months. Begin learning German. Move to England. Stay unemployed for a year.

2012: Find a job as an au pair. Move to Germany. Do pretty much nothing except look after kids and eat German food.

2013: Job in Germany ends. Move back to Australia and in with mum. Get a job in a bakery.

2014: Still working in a bakery but move in with a friend for a few months. Visit my best friend on the other side of the country. Meet someone, almost instantly fall in love.

2015: Quit the bakery and move to the other side of the country to be with boy. Start playing more video games. Get a puppy. Fall out with best friend. Shit gets nasty. Flee to Melbourne after 6 months after landing a job. Family move to England.

2016: Puppy is huge. Apartment is too small. Same job.

2017: Dog still huge. Apartment still too small. Friend comes to visit. Get promoted. Immediately have a mental breakdown. Step down from promotion into original role.

2018: Dog still huge. Apartment definitely too small. Become more confident in saying no and perhaps a little too outspoken. Sister comes to visit for a week but I get gastro for 3 days of it.

2019: Same dog, same apartment. Step into new role at work. Dad gets married. Fly to England and surprise mum. Get back and have several more breakdowns and enter a deep depression.

2020: Well, it’s 2020. Job is essential so still going to office except that the whole team quits leaving me to do all the work for at least a month. Made a friend. Still in deep depression. Boyfriend finally gets a job. Can’t start because pandemic. Definitely consider myself a gamer now.

I did a lot over those 10 years, far more than summed up above. I don’t feel like I achieved anything. Perhaps it’s just my mindset, I’m rarely happy with anything I do. Or perhaps I truely didn’t achieve anything.

I want to make the most of my 30s, and that starts now.

Welcome to my “I’m 30” blog. Some days will be great. Some days will be shit. Other days you’ll think “how many consecutive days has she been drunk?”

Until next time.

Athena-Lily