Sooooooo this week I turn 30….
Its a day I have been dreading for the last 5 or so years. As soon as I hit 25 it was like a down hill struggle to the big THREE-OOOOOHH. The last 6 months or so I have felt a bit more comfortable about it, after all its going to happen whether I want it to or not.
I was thinking today about my last ‘big’ birthday when I was 21 and how I thought my life would look at 30 when I was still young and carefree….
I thought I would be married….I’m not.
I thought I would own a home….I don’t.
I thought I would have a fabulous career where I look forward to going to work….I don’t.
I thought I would drive a expensive shiny car…I don’t.
I thought I would have at least one child…The only thing I have done!
Funnily enough now 30 is staring me in the face none of these things matter. I may not be married but I have the most supportive partner and have never been happier. I don’t own a house but we live in a property we have made a happy home. I don’t have a fabulous career but I do have a job (or actually 2!) and I can pay the bills and for a fair few treats along the way. I don’t drive a shiny, expensive car but I do have a functioning one with doors and wheels (and a fair load of child crap) that can get me from A to B. And I have the 2 most beautiful daughters who I am so proud of and make me laugh and smile every single day.
So actually 21 year old me…turning 30 isn’t all bad. In fact I am quite looking forward to it now 🙂
Bring on the next chapter.