So my birthday passed last month.
Twenty six.
I wish I could go back to when I was 20 and tell myself to use to uni holidays, stop saving your money for nothing and live your life. Go to Europe, go to North America. Because you'll never be given those 6 weeks off again.
And it's not too late for me now. I know it's not. I can choose to take time off whenever I want (within reason). But why's it so hard for me to even take a day off work? Whatever I do fills me with extreme guilt.
It's all about perspective, I know.
So why don't I allow myself to be happy?
Love Lisa.
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