Growing Up and Becoming an Adult

Lately I've become increasingly aware of time slipping through my fingers with not just me, but everyone else around me, growing up and becoming an 'adult'. 

I'm not ashamed to admit that being referred to as an 'adult' has, at times, caused an odd and unexpected wave of panic to rush through my brain and forced me to acknowledge the fact that I am an actual, real-life, official grown up.  I think that a lot of that panic boils down to the fact that I spend more time watching Disney movies than watching documentaries, reading Roald Dahl books instead of listening to Radio 2 and wearing blouses that feature cat-face pockets instead of blouses without cat-face pockets.

 

Cat-face pockets - the pinnacle of my existence to date!

Essentially, it's like my whole being is rebelling against the prospect of admitting that I am, in fact, a grown up now and have been for the last however many years or so. 

Of course there are plenty of great things about being an adult such as not having to have a curfew (I still get a buzz out of staying up past 10 o'clock on a Sunday night.  I'm a rebel through and through.), being independent and, most importantly, having the space and freedom to define yourself and figure out exactly who you are.

The adult world is scary though, when things go wrong you can't blame them on anyone else but yourself and long gone are the days when your parents would write you notes to get you out of PE (or in my case, to tell my school that I was allergic to the mashed potato served in our school canteen*) or pick you up from school when you felt ill.  This being said, it also forces you to take ownership for yourself, when things go wrong you, and only you, can rectify the situation and vice versa, when things are going well, you know that you achieved that success all by yourself which can be a very powerful feeling. 

However, just because I, or anyone reading this post (all two of your probably!), may be considered part of the 'grown up community', it doesn't mean that we can't still acknowledge those things that brought us joy in our younger years - for example, have you tried reading 'Alice in Wonderland' through adult eyes?  It's like a whole new experience, a weird and slightly darker one, but a new experience nonetheless.

So, if you ask me, it's all about growing up in the least adult way possible by not cutting out what made you happy in days gone by, and so if that means that you'd rather listen to 'Now That's What I Call Disney' instead of Radio 2 then hats off to you, because you truly are the best kind of grown up!

*Disclaimer:  I wasn't actually allergic to mashed potato, I just did not appreciate the lumps in it, although I'm pretty sure that the dinner ladies were on to me about this as the replacement for the mashed potato was one huge, under boiled potato instead!  Those pesky school dinner ladies! 

Cats and Cakes

I am the first to admit that my Instagram posts are probably 60% cat-related, 30% nail art-related and just 10% randomness so having focused heavily on nail art recently, I figure that it's only right that I acknowledge that sneaky (or not-so-sneaky) 60% love of mine - CATS.

Cake time!

Cats, I love them, and not just because I'm single, my relationship status has no bearing on the fact that fundamentally, I always have and always will be a crazy cat lady and I'm very much ok with that.  Cats are just cute and cuddly and oh-so-sassy, and being sassy is possibly the best attribute to have in life whether you're a cat OR a human. 

Today, like the crazy, living-life-on-the-edge kind of person that I am, I spent the bank holiday at the Cats Protection League National Cat Centre where not only do they have, well, cats, but also a café with some of the most delicious homemade cakes ever.  I got to not only dramatically increase my daily calorie intake thanks to one incredibly indulgent piece of chocolate cake but also go around the centre and look at all the kitties.  There were SO many kittens that I very nearly passed out from an overload of cuteness and the adult cats were equally as adorable.  To be honest, if I had a big enough house then I would probably have adopted all the cats there (which wouldn't be a great idea as cats tend to dislike each other. See what I mean? SASSY!).

So sassy!

 

If you're looking to adopt a cat or a kitten then I would really encourage you to visit the Cats Protection League (and not just because of the cake......although it certainly doesn't hurt!). 

So there you have it, a day full of cats and cake - what more could you want in life?! Unless you're a dog lover on a diet and in that case - what the hell are you doing reading this?!