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

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? ...

So we've got two new kittens... Daisy and Duke.  'Omg dey soooo cute!' I hear you all cry! Yes. Yes they are.  When you look at these adorable little fur balls on Instagram, they just look heavenly. So why am I going into some sort of post feline-natal meltdown? How the hell will I cope with a baby if I worry at least 15 times a day that one kitten will poke its eye out on the cactus, push the TV over on his sister or get caught in the mechanics of the reclining chair? I know they are about the size of my fist and can barely push a meow out, but when you live in the dramatic thriller of my mind, this becomes a strong possibility. And why does everything smell like poo? I can literally smell poo everywhere and now have this constant paranoia that I smell like cat shit.  My morning thought process now consists of the following: 1. Checking my shoes and clothes 3 times now for skid marks because I am definitely aware of a shitty aroma in the vicinity. ...

What do we want?  A question that has baffled men for millions of years I’m sure! Sorry gents, I’m not asking what women want, mainly because I think that is a question that will go down in history with the likes of  “do fish sleep?”  and  “which came first, the chicken or the egg?”  I know you googled that first one… I’m talking about everyone: what is it that we all want in life?  Money? Love? A great job?   Personally I want to wake up as Beyonce or at least have an unlimited account with ASOS. Oh and an incredibly hot guy to bring me breakfast in bed every morning would be an added bonus.  However, on a more realistic note, what is it that will bring us true happiness? This has really confused me over the years, but I also think as you get older the goalposts change. For example, when I was 20, all I wanted was to be a popstar! Realistic, I’m sure you all agree. But for a while, this was actually going to plan - I was ...