I had been quite serious when I had mentioned that I was upping my skincare game for 2018. Nearing twenty-six, I need to start taking better care of my skin. I can’t help but stare at the very very fine laughter lines, scarring, uneven skin tone, the occasional breakout and hyperpigmentation which seem to follow me around everywhere. Which is why we’re talking about serums today.

Investing in my skin is my 2018 mantra. My skin had a bit of an emotional run last year, turning twenty-five, I expected clear skin. But seems that’s a myth, much like everything else about the joys of adulthood. I have tried everything to have perfect-looking skin and while drinking 2 litres of water is great, it isn’t working like the claims on social media. Sure my skin appears less spotty but I can’t seem to get rid of the two colonies on my cheeks.

My memories of oats are of a terrible, stodgy mess that included me drenching it in brown sugar and milk. It would do its job, keep me full and do away with a rumbling hungry tummy. It was digestible and nothing more.

Halfway through 2017, I had realised that I was far less productive than I should have been. My life was organised but the organisation itself was strung together into a tangled mess. Too many apps, scribbled pieces of paper and failed attempts at using a poorly put-together bullet journal to my advantage.