A Smooth Sea Never Made A Skilled Sailor
Follow my blog with Bloglovin I 'm interuppting the scheduled blog to talk to you about something that's been weighing heavily on my mind this week. When I was 17 years old I graduated high school, I have the embarassing graduation photographs to prove it - think heavy black eyeliner, beyond dead bleach blonde hair and a skirt that looked more like a belt than a piece of clothing. I skipped off happily into the big wide world clutching my (lets face it) average exam results in one hand and a million unanswered questions about what is supposed to happen next in the other. I don't really think it's fair to send 17 year olds off into the world to make choices about the rest of their life. To say I was completely clueless and oblivious about... well EVERYTHING is an complete understatement. Anyway, off I frolicked, bright eyed and bushy tailed. Fast forward to now. I'm not 17 anymore, I'm not even 27 any more... I'm 28. "Gosh, that
