I suppose there's no more avoiding it, this time next week I will be 30. Oh goodness.
The thought of it really wasn't getting me down, until a few months ago. I thought I would just sail from my 20s and into a new decade, happy go lucky etc etc. I thought existential crises were for girls who didn't know where their lives were going, who didn't have qualifications, partners or careers and were drifting aimlessly.
But while planning all the celebrations, I've realised that I don't actually feel like celebrating much at all, thank you very much.
My 20s were fantastic. More than I could ever have wished for, to be honest with you. I studied, got to travel and live overseas, had amazing career experiences, met and married the best guy, moved into our own home and had our beautiful daughter.
I suppose my thoughts at the moment could be summed up as: How am I ever going to top that?
So while I may not know right now what my 30s are going to hold for me, come to think of it, I didn't have a clue when I turned 20 (in more ways than one...) of what was in store.
I have a few plans. Some hopes and dreams. Things I'd like to achieve above and beyond getting through the everydayness of life. A to do list if you will. In pen and ink on paper. Cause I'm old school that way.
"Be happy. Be yourself. Be older. Be grateful that this is your life, thirty years of taking in views..."
(Quote from Girl's gone child)
(The pic above of me and my favorite girly was taken on the Easter weekend by my husband.)
No comments:
Post a Comment