thirties

The idea that being 30-odd is too old to pursue your passions and dreams, even if that involves a drastic change, is ludicrous. You are not yet halfway through your life. You have survived your twenties, observed yourself change and grow, and now have a better idea of who you are and what you want than ever before.
Having turned 32 recently, I suddenly feel like time is flashing by. My 30th birthday celebrations don't feel as though they were already two years ago and I nearly dropped my cuppa when I realised the other month that I started secondary school 20 years ago this year.
When I hear these comments, I usually smile and say nothing. But on the inside I find it really hurtful to be stereotyped in this way, and treated like there is something wrong with me just because I have not got the perfect husband or perfect family life.
Tomorrow I turn 30... I have a husband, a toddler, come from a typical [non 2.4] 21st century family, and having lived in London in my twenties, have just left my "dream job" to return home. And the punch line... I'm not sad or daunted.
You're a strong, independent worldly wise lady who's developed an immunity to bullshit over time; you know what you want from your life, your career, and who you will allow into your bed and heart.
And the award for most appropriate insight into age and alcohol goes to... this on-point video from Buzzfeed, showing the
Setting multiple alarms is futile as the snooze button is best mates with your laziness. This friendship does not count as an excuse to your boss about your tardiness and will ruin your school reports and job references.
When I turned 30 - I went through all the stages: denial, as I sank the contents of our drinks cabinet refusing to acknowledge that now my hangovers take a sodding two days to clear. Anger, as I looked back at photos of my misspent 20s wondering why I didn't love myself more or appreciate what a much better body I had.
I recently turned 36, and don't get me wrong - I adore my thirties, but tipping the scales closer to forty, I looked over my soft curves with an extra portion of arse, and thought - It's now or never. My twenties were a ball of confusion, random sex, and insecurities, so I wouldn't want them back for love or money, but, I was a great deal slimmer.