So it’s been just over two months since I turned 30 and how do I feel? No different. 30 always seemed such a stand out age when I was younger. Like you’re supposed to have all your shit together by then? Apparently not. And that’s ok.
It kinda reminds me of when people ask you “how’s married life?” and all you can say is, “no different.” Of course I guess that was more of a question back when people didn’t live together before they got married. I could still even ask that to my cousins since the culture is different with them. As for me and Topher, it’s just the same only we have some extra jewellery.
Though I do like the fact that we’re married. We’re even more of a team and we share the same name. And no one else in the world has it. Though please UPS guy at work, please just let me give my first name and not have to spell out my entire double barrelled surname for you? Wouldn’t have it any other way though.
Anyway, back to the big 3-0. Some people I know (cough*Topher*cough) had a bit of a panic about turning 30, but not me. I was perfectly happy being 30. Having been lucky enough to get to know lots of women in their 30s and 40s who were so much more sure of themselves, I couldn’t see getting older as a bad thing. And just to get a bit morbid on you, not all people are lucky to reach milestone ages such as this one. So count your blessings.
As I said before, when I was younger I thought I’d have it all together by now. But during my late twenties, I finally realised that there isn’t a deadline on it. It’s a gradual process that you work on using your own timeline. It always seems like everyone’s doing a better job of adulting then you are but when you scratch beneath the surface, everyone has their problems. Even people who have kids still don’t feel like they’re adult enough. So stop comparing yourself.
Eventually I’ll get my shit together but know I know that I don’t have to be 30 to do it. So here’s to enjoying this decade and whatever comes with it.