A month off being 30 and I’m really not sure how to feel.
I never suspected I would be the type of person who wouldn’t enjoy a birthday, especially the big 3 0. But to the average punter out there, 30 is the indication age that it’s time to grow up.
So is the prospect of turning 30 a lot scarier than the reality?
I absolutely think so. Why do woman approaching 30 suddenly have to judge their past decade.
Am I single? Do I love my job? Am I paying off a mortgage? Have the past 10 years of partying, travelling and spontaneity really been a good decision?
I’m 29… I’ve been married for 6 years, have 2 kids, one on the way and I have been paying off a mortgage for 9 years. I feel like 30 will finally put me into a place where I feel ‘normal’ in today’s society.
It’s like 30 is your actual entrance into adult life. 30 is the new 21. Well bring it on!!
For the most part of my life 30 actually feels like home, the other part of my life it feels like one big wrinkle.
I’m going to relish in this next decade. It’s supposed to be the happiest, most focused and let’s not forget the best decade of our sexual life…..
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