Last week I turned 31 and it suddenly occurred to me that I am getting older. You’d think that I would have thought about this when I turned 30 last year, but I really didn’t. 30 certainly wasn’t as poignant as I thought it would be, but 31 has been different.
When I turned 30, it was an exciting time. We had so much planned that I never really stopped to think about the fact that 30 is such a big milestone. My closest friends are all a little bit older than me, as is my husband, so with everyone around me already 30 it just wasn’t that big of a deal. And there was also the fact that James surprised me with a trip to Granada a few weeks after my birthday so there was never any sort of come down following my birthday, because I still had exciting things to look forward to.
31 was just an ordinary birthday. No surprises. No big plans. Just the usual birthday cards and a couple of presents. And it hit me that 31 does sound old, doesn’t it? I’m definitely not in my 20’s anymore, I’m well and truly in my 30’s now.
But despite this sudden realisation that I’m getting older, it really doesn’t bother me. I’m not scared of getting older. I’ve achieved a lot in my life so far, and I’m proud of that. I have a wonderful husband, two beautiful children, we’re all happy and healthy, and now I have job that I absolutely love. I am very grateful for what I have. Sure, there are certain things that in an ideal world would be different. Like, owning our own home. But at the end of the day it’s just material things, we have a roof over our heads and that’s what matters.
If you’re reading this and you aren’t quite where you thought you would be at 30. Just look at what you have achieved in your lifetime. Travel? A good career? Got yourself on the property ladder? There are plenty of things that we can and should be proud of. I guess what I’m trying to say is, don’t get to 30 and think about everything you haven’t done. Look at what you have done.
Ageing is actually a wonderful thing if you think about it. I am a far better person now than I was when I was younger, and that comes from life experiences. I’m not saying I was ever a bad person but I’m sure most of us would agree that we are more understanding, patient and grateful now than we ever were in our early twenties. The things you learn through life are incredibly valuable and shape you into the person you are today, and that can’t be a bad thing can it?
I guess the next big milestone is 40 and there’s definitely things that I hope to have achieved by then. But if I haven’t, it’s not the end of the world. My life is far from perfect but we have to accept the tough times to appreciate the good. As long as me and my family are happy, then that’s cool. Live, laugh, love. It’s so cliché but that’s what life is all about.
As you can tell, I’m feeling rather reflective today! I would love to know your thoughts and feelings on getting older. Does it bother you? Or do you embrace it?
Thank you for reading.