I am a complete and utter workaholic - there's no doubt about it. From the moment that I started this blog back in 2014, to this very moment right now, I have put my heart and soul into it all.

My blog, my work, is my life, and whilst I do not think that that's a bad thing in anyway at all, because I bloody love what I do, I do often worry if I am growing up too fast and wasting my youthful years trying to 'adult'.

Sure, I go on nights out, I get tipsy, I laugh, I dance, I surround myself with good people, but other than that, I'm not sure if I'm living a usual 18 year old's life.

As I write this, I'm currently on a plane to Prague, about to do the biggest modelling job I've ever booked so far. So, yep, I cannot complain about the opportunities that are coming my way - they still shock me to this day. But, I guess, what I'm trying to get at is, I'm not living the life that most 18 year old's are living. I feel like I'm living in the skin of someone who's mid twenties or something (despite how young my face might look haha).

Is it wrong of me to live these years like this? Or are my own, personal 'best years', yet to come?

"To be more of yourself and nothing more."

I think my life is definitely currently on an 'up'. This past week has been insane. Things both work wise and life wise have just felt incredibly crazy, but good crazy. I'm definitely the happiest I've been in a very long time.

I am going to be hopeful and say that my 'best years' are just starting, and just because they're not the typical 'best years' that most people are experiencing, doesn't mean that they can't be bloody amazing.

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