A few words about ignoring “30 under 30 lists” & measuring your life in stories, not years.
I’ve always struggled with age. I’ve wept at the sight of a new eye wrinkle, avoided showing my passport like the plague, and spent more than I’m willing to admit on anti-ageing creams that don’t *really* do much at all.
Perhaps it’s because, for a long period of time, I was defined by being “the youngest” to do X. “Oh, it doesn’t matter” I’d tell myself, “I’m the youngest manager.” “The youngest employee.” “The youngest.” My age was my numeric measure of success.
And then, of course, I got older.
On the death of blogging, Instagram storytelling & the reality of writing a book.
I first encountered Laura Jane Williams’ writing while I was meant to be working at a soul-destroying day job. In desperate need of a pick-me-up, I would scroll through her blog and feel a little less lost after reading her words. It wasn’t escapism in an unrealistic sense, it was better. Relatable and raw. I’ve mentally recited her mantra, “because none of us is fucking up like we think we are”, ever since. This month marks the release of her book, Becoming. I interviewed her about the process and her answers are just amazing. Enjoy!
I’ll never forget my first ever annual review.
My manager ended it on a strange note: “your greatest asset is your enthusiasm. Never lose that.”
“Enthusiasm?”, I scoffed. How patronising! So, despite my efforts to be more strategic and confident, enthusiasm is what he valued most? WOW. In the heat of the moment, I felt like an overenthusiastic labrador, tail wagging, mouth aimlessly open.
But, actually, he was right.
It’s a funny thing, friendship.
When it comes to TV friendships, we’ve been dealt an unfair hand. Just think of Carrie Bradshaw, running across Manhattan to be with Miranda at 11:59 on New Year’s Eve. Or Girls’ Hannah and Jessa crying together in the bathtub. Or Blair and Serena, forever forgiven, despite sleeping with each other’s boyfriends.