Don't Tell Tara - the inner workings of a chronic oversharer

So, this January, my friends and I decided to do dry Jan, but instead of booze, we gave up social media. At first, I was apprehensive; how will I know what people are up to? How will I cope not being tagged in hilarious memes by my friends? How will I know when people's birthdays are? Firstly, all the people who's birthdays I actually care about, I already know the date. I don't need a Facebook reminder. Its nice to wish someone a happy birthday, and its great to feel popular when you get 30+ messages on your own birthday, but is it really life changing if you don't / they don't? No. Anyway, Facebook was never the problem. Gone are the days when Facebook ruled and you could actually see what was going on in peoples lives... Now my feed is mostly dominated by random pointless videos and ads. Instagram however, is a whole different monster. I've lost count of the hours wasted scrolling mindlessly through Instagram, looking at... well... I can't e...

We’re 8 months deep in 2018, and I am slowly (and reluctantly) coming round to the fact that, in 32 days, I will be 30 years old. I have nearly been alive for 3 decades. Halfway to 60. Let’s just chew on that for a second.   No, I’m not okay with it yet – I wish I had the cushion of a couple more years in my twenties, because everything sounds so much more grown up when you’re 30. You’re a real, fully fledged adult. That’s what they tell you anyway. My friend said something to me when we were discussing the impending birthday, that was both obvious yet surprising.   The period between 20 and 30 is probably the most dramatic, life changing decade of your life. You literally grow up. You go from being a teenager with minimum responsibility and the world at your feet, to paying bills, worrying about your metabolism, going to 15 weddings a year and organising baby showers. Yep, that escalated quickly. So, if I could do it all again, would I do anything different? ...