I don’t know if it’s the effects of social media but I feel the conversation and politics around feminism are gaining more traction than ever, with extrapolating views on what a woman should look like and be like.

Oh, hello! You’re done reading part 1 and you’re here for Part 2 and essentially, more tea about me and my life? Well then, welcome and please get comfy as this is going to be another LONG read!

So the day after my birthday last year, I placed an order for the Circles DNA Vital Test. I’ve been pondering this test for a long, long time.

Hello my friends, happy 2022! *cue I don’t know about you BUT I’M FEELING TWENTY TWOOOO!* I’ll stop with the clichés now please don’t click off the article.

I blinked and I missed 2021! I feel like that’s the only way I can describe this year! When you ask me how my 2021 was, my intuitive response is “Oh it SUCKED!” and “It was a bit of a let-down compared to what I was expecting from it!”

So, I turned 30 a few days ago! To regular readers, I promise this is the last time I will bang on about turning 30. It just feels transformative so bear with me, please. I didn’t want to write this piece until I had actually turned 30 to give things time. And now that I have and my birthday was painless with no crying involved, I'm just going to come right out and say it.

I think 30 is a big age - it's the “This is it!” age. You can still be figuring out your sh*t in your 20s but thirties - pah - you better have it together in your thirties! But the older I get, the more I'm starting to suspect that no one actually has it all together. I think we are all just kind of making it up as we go along.

My parents put me on a matrimony site in June of 2016.