Everyday I feel an immense pressure to be in the job of my dreams and to be working my way up to something that fulfils my career desires. In reality, I have a job that isn't necessarily everything I've ever dreamt of, but it allows me to be surrounded by people I love and adore, day in, day out. It allows me to have fun, to pursue my blog on the side of my nine to five and gives me all I should need at the "grand old age" of twenty three. This concept is one that frightens me, the idea that as soon as we leave university or approach the mid twenties we should have achieved everything that we set out to do and that if we haven't by the age of twenty five, we've failed and fundamentally, run out of time. I completely and utterly disagree with this, everything we do in our early twenties is experience, it's a time for the new, it's our personal era that should be defined by experience, this is invaluable and you cannot put a price on that.

Don't get me wrong, I'm forever pining after jobs that would allow me to write, to wake up every morning knowing that I get to be paid to put pen to paper and to get my creative juices flowing. However, at this moment in time I have to remind myself that, yes, it isn't perfect, but it's right where I'm meant to be.

I also have to remind myself that I am happy. Yes, my job isn't a career and I'm not pottering around London in my rustic blue Nissan Figaro, as I thought I would be at twenty three. But, I have a wonderful boyfriend, who could not be more supportive and bloody marvellous (side note: I know, not sure how I got one of those either, bless the poor boy), fantastic friends, who've been setting up camp in my heart for the last ten/fifteen years and a phenomenal family whom I love unconditionally and are always there when I need a good giggle or a shoulder to cry on. I have a plethora of things to be happy and grateful for and when I'm scrolling through social media feeds wondering "is this where I should be right now? Am I doing something wrong?" I have to remind myself that, as a survivor of acute anxiety, I am right where I am supposed to be and happiness is found in the simplest of times.