30 isn’t the magic number where you will have all your sh*t sorted Equally, 30 (for me at least) has meant having much of my mental sh*t, more sorted. Old habits die hard – I love cake, cake loves my thighs. Remembering to do weekly food delivery online will feel like a big achievement. You will still spend a lot of time of your phone. Except you aren’t on social media, you’re Googling can you reheat tofu, how do you wash a jumper, when do I need to put my bins out. Hobbies, you ...
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