When I was younger I used to think 25 was so old. I assumed it meant growing up, being serious, working, slowing down and giving up unrealistic dreams. Now I keep thinking to myself ‘but I’m only 25!’ or ‘wow, they did all that in their twenties!’ and feeling both daunted and inspired by others’ achievements. I know I’m young, and I know I’ll still feel young at 30. Life will never be sorted or in any way simple. In fact, I’m pretty sure it gets progressively more complicated! Staying mindful and appreciating the place you’re in isn’t always easy, but it certainly makes it more of an enjoyable process.
It’s been a year, almost to the day, since I handed in my final work at university and I clearly remember painting the walls of the exhibition space, preparing to show our work. It’s almost unbelievable to me how recent that seems, and yet the next years’ work is about to be shown. I have such mixed feelings about my degree, but as time goes on I can finally appreciate the opportunity to take photographs every day and think of nothing else.