Completing life’s ‘milestones’ has always been a big source of stress for me. Since a child, I accepted that some are slower or quicker at catching on to things. But if I felt like I was too behind I’d deem myself unable to do anything past my comfort zone. Relationships, careers, driving, home owning (which allows for pets!), children. Ironically I don’t want most of these things but there’s so much importance put on them due to capitalism and… hormones(?) that I wonder if I’m doing a disservice to myself by not joining the club of ‘survival’, hitting targets ‘on time’. Or would things be worse for me if I forced myself into things that don’t really matter to me? Making up our own milestones seems more fun. Because surely we’re not all the same and surely we should go at our own pace.