What I do NOT like - is the numbers creeping up.
I have always freaked out at milestone birthdays. I did not have the customary big party for my 18th birthday, nor for my 21st birthday, probably because I wasn't ready to celebrate becoming an 'Adult'. Turning 25 was even worse. Halfway to 50 was NOT appealing! Turning 30 was probably the worst. I did have a big party, but only because I thought I should, but it wasn't really me... and I wasn't really myself at that time. I didn't really know who I was, or what I wanted... it was all a bit uuuuggghhhh... I'm thhhiiiirrrttttyyy... W.T.F.....
Five years later, and things are completely different. Thirty-five feels surprisingly good!
In fairness, my priorities have changed a bit since turning thirty. I now have 3-year old twins to distract me. Not only do they not give me a minute to navel-gaze about how much older I'm getting or how many things I haven't achieved, but they inspire me to have a more positive approach to life in general and to look forward to being around for a long time to come.
|A walk by the reservoir|
I have also cut out all other junk/processed food and have not succumbed once in over 6 weeks. It feels good.
I like 35. It suits me. I know (mostly) who I am and where I am and what makes me happy and that's the best feeling in the world.
I am lucky. Truly lucky.