|Wish I could remember where I stole this pic from. Was it you Widge?|
It's my 30th on Tuesday.
I have been alive and kicking (sometimes rather hard) for 30 years.
I still feel stuck at about 23 (stuck? or happily placed..)
30 actually sounds like an adult doesn't it.
Like, it's not QUITE as hot for James to say "my fiance is 30." It was much better when he could say "my fiance is 29" as it still sounds like you probably haven't had kids, (ahem, even though I had 3 by the time I was 20) you probably have started to think about a career for your self... you probably still have the 'features' of a late 20's body..
Anyway, it's a pointless post, as I have always looked forward to my 30's.
I've never been scared of aging ( I say that now...)
With age comes confidence, responsibility for your own feelings thoughts and decisions, and a sense of satisfaction seems a lot easier to grasp at.
I was going to have a big party for it,
but seeing as it's 17 weeks until I get MARRIED I thought I'd rather just put the effort into preparing for that instead.
I'm really just posting this so that it's been said.
And so I can look back and see how I felt about it...
I think, right now, I feel pretty good.
O and O xxx