Birthday MilestoneI have always absolutely hated my birthday. Every single year the 14th of June slowly edges closer and with it comes an overwhelming sense of dread. ‘What do YOU want to do?’ asks every single person in my inner circle as I sweat profusely and suddenly feel as though I’ve never wanted to do anything remotely interesting in my life ever, before answering with ‘Haha I don’t mind, whatever everyone else wants to!’’ – without fail, every year.As a professional people pleaser, it’s all too much responsibility. Organising someone else’s birthday? Pff, what a breeze. Having to admit that I want to do something and hope that others enjoy it? I certainly think not. And then there’s the crushing feeling that rots in the pit of my stomach – have I made enough of the past year? Hell, have I made enough of my entire life up until this point.And this year is even worse. Why? Because I’m turning 30. Yup, the big 3-0, the big old milestone that says ‘sorry, but your decade to be an absolute chaos machine i