Being A Granny

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Let me start by saying I don’t mean literally. I think it would be a pretty impressive feat to be a granny at 19. Apart from not having two generations below me, I’m a granny in every sense of the word.

I love tea, I love cosy socks and I love baking. Nine times out of ten, I prefer sitting in on a Saturday night than going out clubbing and drinking. Maybe it’s just me, but a good movie, good company and good food equals the perfect night for me. Don’t get me wrong, I love getting dressed up and going out with my friends, having a few drinks and dancing the night away. But I’d rather do that once in a while than every single weekend.

For a while I felt like I was really missing out on being 19. Did not downing four shots in a row every Saturday night and not  dying of a hangover the next morning make me any less of a teenager? Was I not making the most of being young? Even worse, was I, *whispers*, boring? I’ve the choice to go out two, three times a week, but the idea just doesn’t appeal to me.

Soon enough, I realised that I am perfectly happy with being a granny. Being hungover just isn’t worth the pain for me. If it’s a birthday, celebration or if everyone is going, I’m there. But a random Friday night? A lot of the time my response is ‘No thanks’. The thoughts of going out for a nice dinner and coming home to watch a movie appeals to me so much more.

I read a quote recently that said, ‘In the future, you’re not going to look back and remember all the nights that you had plenty of sleep’, and that really made me think. I re-evaluated my granny situation with plenty of doubt, but soon came to the conclusion that I think I’ll look back and remember the nights I had plenty of sleep as much as, if not more, than the nights I didn’t. Some of the best memories I have are ordering in food with my friends, talking for hours and having a good laugh. The fact that I can wear pyjamas while doing this makes the situation a lot more appealing too.

If going out every weekend is your thing, then great – I salute you! But if your thing is cuddling up on the couch after a long week, having a few laughs with friends, or catching up on YouTube videos – then that’s fine too! Living life and having fun isn’t defined by how many times you go out a week, but how many times a week that you are happy and did something you enjoyed, no matter if that thing is sitting in or going out.

Let me know your thoughts in the comments, and if you’re a granny like me or love clubbing and going out every week, I’d love to hear!