This is hard to say but, I am just a pretend adult. 41 years old and still waiting for the day when i feel like a grown up. Do i get a special email, a text or a visit from men in suits? Do I get a card or a song? Tell me when you knew :) I don't know how to keep a perfect home, be a perfect Mum, I don't know recipes off by heart. I don't care for school gate gossip. I don't care for filling every moment of my child's life with sports, . . .
I wish that was me….
It's so easy to get caught up in a world of why me? why not me? I wish I looked like her, I wish that was me... Comparison is the thief of joy Social media is a blessing and a curse, we see just small snap shot of people's lives. We assume the woman with the perfect home, the perfectly groomed dog and the spotless white rug seems to live some kind of charmed life. I wish that was me, we say. I wish my home looked like that. I wish I could have . . .