When I was 22, turning 33 felt terrifying.
The end of the world.
A steady decline into old age and obscurity. I so hated the idea of getting older, my university friends and I would sit together and say “you know life will never be better than it is right now? It’s all down hill from here.”
How foolish we were.
If you’re dreading ageing, I can promise you you’re mistaken.
- Growing older is a privilege denied to many.
- Growing older may be compulsory, growing up is not!
I can happily say that taking the leap into my 30s has been like sinking into a warm bath. I’m more at ease with myself, more relaxed and happier than I ever was in my 20s or my teens.
We live in a society that values youth above all else, everything is anti-aging, 30-under-30 lists, 20yr old success stories, that it’s easy to buy into all the nonsense. Younger is not better, every year we get is a gift, so let’s not waste another moment being unkind to ourselves.
I wasn’t wound up about my birthday at all this year, I didn’t really plan anything at all.
I woke up to singing and breakfast in bed.
Went to Target to pick out an un-birthday pressie for Lily.
Had a romantic little lunch at The Ivy with my lobster.
Sent out a last minute invitation to friends to join us for tea in the garden.
And threw together a little picnic.
With no tea to be found!
