I read an article online recently of a girl holding a funeral for her twenties. She turned 30 and felt her ‘fun decade’ was over. Surrounded by black balloons with a drink in hand, she mourned the year it all ended. You can see the article here.
For me, I don’t mind turning 30. It doesn’t worry me so long as I am in a place I am happy to be by this age.
Tell me, would you rather be a poor student at 17 or a happy 30 year old? For me the answer is obvious. Age is only a number, so long as we don’t let age decide who we are. I am all for maturing, however I am not going to live my life dictated by what people are doing at my age but how I feel at the time. People are diverse. I have colleagues and friends that at 21 got married and had children. I have friends in their thirties partying like it is their first year of university. On paper I would not have guessed their ages, but one thing is for sure. Their age is irrelevant.
I am not looking forward to turning 30 in June. Not because I don’t want to, but because of the attitude people have to turning 30. A (supposedly) constant spiral downhill of body pains, nights in with a cup of tea and cat adopting. I am sure if that is what people expect life to be like 30+, I wouldn’t be surprised if life leads them there. This life is fabulous if that is what you want it to be. But that is my point, make life what you want it to be. This is my aim, and I can easily imagine my thirties being the best decade of my life if I ensure that I am working hard to achieve this.
Who do we look up to more? The spotty teenager riding his bike on an early morning paper round for a couple of quid each day, or Dwayne Johnson, a highly successful, motivated and super ripped forty-something? It seems for role models like him, age is not an issue.
So why do we look up to people older than us, yet envy those that are younger than us? I believe it is all down to achievement and ensuring we are in the right place at the time. Youth is beautiful because we are free of responsibility and have time to think about what we want to be in the future. Adulthood is when shit hits the fan.
But it doesn’t have to hit the fan. It just takes a little work. 30 could be the best year of your life. Or 50, or 70. We can only live in the moment and it is down to us to make that moment a good one.
Don’t let time dictate your happiness.
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