It took me some time to embrace it and after an entire month I think I am able to finally say it like I own it. I am 30.
Yes, about one-thirds of my life is over. It has been lived and from now on, I will be one of the those people who will look back at my 20s fondly and reminisce about my carefree, wayward, irresponsible lifestyle. I was told the 30s are for more modest ways. Hold that thought.
With one thirds of my life under my belt, (quite literally) what do I have to show for it? Am I at the peak of my career? Nope. But I am at the cusp of something equally exciting, offering me the option of choosing what I want to do.
I have flown across the seas and quite successfully created a home for Chuckles and me in two very different countries.
Every hour of every day I am reminded that it isn't just me anymore. There are two beings that need looking after. By just looking up at me and asking me to do their bidding in their own unique ways, Giggles and Clou bring me smiles and tears.
To ring in Chuckles' birthday last year I baked a Sacher Torte from scratch, on my own and it was delish! I am slowly working through a book in the hope that by the time I am 60, I will be known for my cakes and cookies!
So while people may not be printing posters with my face on it, or be shouting my name from rooftops anytime soon, I know I will get there. After all, as a wise woman once told me, 30 is the new 18.
Yes, about one-thirds of my life is over. It has been lived and from now on, I will be one of the those people who will look back at my 20s fondly and reminisce about my carefree, wayward, irresponsible lifestyle. I was told the 30s are for more modest ways. Hold that thought.
With one thirds of my life under my belt, (quite literally) what do I have to show for it? Am I at the peak of my career? Nope. But I am at the cusp of something equally exciting, offering me the option of choosing what I want to do.
I have flown across the seas and quite successfully created a home for Chuckles and me in two very different countries.
Every hour of every day I am reminded that it isn't just me anymore. There are two beings that need looking after. By just looking up at me and asking me to do their bidding in their own unique ways, Giggles and Clou bring me smiles and tears.
To ring in Chuckles' birthday last year I baked a Sacher Torte from scratch, on my own and it was delish! I am slowly working through a book in the hope that by the time I am 60, I will be known for my cakes and cookies!
So while people may not be printing posters with my face on it, or be shouting my name from rooftops anytime soon, I know I will get there. After all, as a wise woman once told me, 30 is the new 18.
1 comment:
Yes, 30 IS the new 18! It's not as bad as it seems, although I can see why you dread it. The happiest days are still ahead of you and you have done a wonderful job making a home for your family! We all appreciate all you do! {smile, my friend}
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