I’m currently 24. I’m not going to be 25 until next year… but I think I’m starting to hit the whole quarter-life crisis thing. Or I’m just maturing. I don’t know which, or even if they’re different.

I’ve been going through my old magazines… I tend to keep them for at least 12 months and go through them after that. I cut out and keep anything that takes my fancy (gorgeous clothes, cool haircuts, beautiful photos, etc.) and chuck the rest into recycling. I have a mix of Vogue, Harper’s Bazaar, Nylon, Cleo, Cosmopolitan, Marie Claire, Madison, In Style, etc.

I took my time going through most of them, but I flicked through one Cosmo or Cleo and just chucked the rest straight out. The mag’s full of trash! Whatever did I see in it? I think I only purchased them whenever I wanted to read a mag in public while in uni mode – i.e. jeans, trashy trainers and a t-shirt. Clearly Vogue would have seemed a bit odd.

Thankfully I have Frankie to keep me happy these days.

So I’m coming across to some thought-provoking articles in the old mags and I realise I haven’t actually given the past four months of Vogue, Frankie and Oyster (my current reading set) issues a proper read. The relationship ones make me think the most – probably because I get tired of people rather easily.

So I’m approaching my quarter-life and I’m wondering what on earth I’m going to do with the next 25 years. Who am I going to keep in touch with? Will I grow old gracefully? Will I survive growing old?

So far I’ve really done nothing – went to uni, will finish my degrees, a few achievements in sport.

But none of it really means anything.

Currently listening to: Santagold, L.E.S. Artistes