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If you’re reading this, I just turned 29.
Twenty‑nine sounds like such a serious age, but for the most part, I don’t feel old at all — I will forever be a child at heart stumbling and learning as I age.

Sometimes I wish I were younger. I wish I could slip back into my early twenties, or even just that blurry period right after university. There’s a significant part of my life I can’t fully recall because I wasn’t present. I spent so much of that time in survival mode, floating somewhere between joblessness, being sheltered by my parents, losing friendships, and forming relationships that honestly should have stopped at the “ hi, what’s your name?” stage.

Sometimes I feel a quiet ache for the younger version of me. She knew what she wanted, but she couldn’t see it through not because she wasn’t capaable, but because she was soft in all the wrong places. It still stings sometimes, in small, unexpected ways I wish she had experienced more, done more and been more. I wish she had known how to relax. Sometimes it feels like I wasted a chunk of my life following what others thought was right for me. There’s a voice in my head that keeps whispering, Move. Keep going. Don’t stop. On some days I wish I could go back to being five again- carefree, unbothered and obviously, without having to study maths.

But this isn’t a post of regret.
It is a soft, tear‑stained bow tied around the last year of my twenties. A gentle goodbye to everything I’ve outgrown and a quiet hello to the child I’m slowly becoming again. I regret nothing. Every moment, misstep, delays and detours happened for a reason even if I’m only just beginning to undertstand it.

Here’s to 29 — to softness, to courage, to choosing myself with intention, and to living the last year or my twenties and may more on my own terms. My wish is to slow down, but to keep moving, gently, intentionally, at a pace that feels like mine.

To buy myself all the nice things I once talked myself out of.

To match the energy and effort I receive, no more, no less.

To be a little selfish in the sweetest way possible . No grand gestures, no dramatic rebrand or reinvention… just living.

And finally, 29…maybe this will be the year I actually get my driving license and stop pretending that I do not need a car.

See you next time my loves. Stay Jiggy x

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