Birthday Baby

Today, I have turned twenty-six. 

The day began with a special birthday breakfast. Avocado and egg on seed-studded toast. Sounds slightly strange, tastes amazing:

It is the first day I have ever worked on my birthday, but I don't mind; my work is less stressful than many. Work beats revision by a factor of approximately a thousand. Plus, I have already part celebrated this weekend: a comedy show and drinks with friends; a meal with family; a walk in the fields and a video chat with my fave dad-daughter pair. 

I am not one to go all out on my birthday, but I do always tend to post a blog about it. It's cool to have that marker in time to look back on, you can find all on the right hand side, from my second year and third year at university, through my masters disaster, onto job-searching, graduate employment, job disillusioment, bringing us up to now. Much has changed in my life in the past year, but there is also much that has remained the same. Birthdays are often a cause for reminiscence and reflection, I find. When we went to the comedy show, we were the only group of under-30s there, which was novel on a night out. It won't be that way for long. But I think that I'm okay with that.

I might make myself a carrot cake later to celebrate. I sure know how to party hard.

Flitterbox: Beyoncé ~ All The Single Ladies
Flitterbook: Avocado Baby ~ John Burningham