You may have seen that I recently turned the big 3-0… If you follow me on any of my social channels, I don’t know how you could’ve missed it. I went big to say the least! Or rather, all of my friends, family and most of all my boyfriend, Stew, did! I was spoilt rotten, with surprise parties, surprise weekends away, surprise spa days and lots of gin, prosecco and treats in between.
It’s safe to say, I had the most amazing couple of weeks and I feel so loved by everyone I care about. It’s an incredibly positive feeling, but with turning 30, comes lots of underlying anxiety and pressure.
People, especially those closest to you, may not realise that the questions they ask, or the comments they make, can add a lot of unnecessary worry to an already odd time of your life. Most birthdays pass without much thought, but 30 feels significant. It’s a big number. It’s probably a birthday that you won’t have celebrated so much since your 18th or 21st. With it being almost a decade later since you’ve really had to think about a milestone birthday, it brings with it lots of questions. Are you where you want to be? Are you where you thought you would be?
Not only do I ask myself these questions, but I have others asking them of me too. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been asked whether Stew will propose on my birthday, when we hope to get married, when are we going to start having kids.
When I look back to being a teenager, I thought I would have all of those things before reaching 30. That was a different time for me. I grew up in a small town in the countryside. Most people who live there follow in the footsteps of their parents, and their parents before that. It was something I thought I would do, until I met Stew and moved to the other side of the world! Ha!
Since then I ended up spending my twenties travelling the world, getting a degree, partying to the early hours, moving to London, landing my dream job! It’s been an incredible time of my life. I have so many amazing memories and I’ve loved every second. I don’t for one minute regret anything I’ve done, or any choice I’ve made. I’m honestly so happy and content with how everything has panned out so far.
Of course there’s the dreaded body clock, and 30 is an age where we do need to consider if we want kids. But currently we have a lot going on in our lives… Some of you may know that we’re in the process of buying our first home! Hurrah! We’re both SUPER excited. (Something I’ll post about soon). We can’t wait to own our own place, be able to decorate, be able to buy furniture… I think the latter is more me, you should see the amount of pinning I’ve done recently!
It’s a super exciting time for us both, and whilst we’ve though about marriage and children, we’re enjoying our lives at the moment and are in no immediate rush. We both have jobs we enjoy, live in a city we love and have busy social lives. I’m sure eventually these things will naturally fall into place, but for now I’m happy thinking about the months ahead. Moving into our first home, making it ours, celebrating our first Christmas there.
I’m not really sure where I’m going with this post. I guess I just wanted to get it off my chest, and possibly help anyone else who may also be nearing 30 and dealing with similar questions. To know that they’re not the only ones going through it. Just because many people have already ticked off these major moments in their lives, doesn’t mean that that’s the norm. You can do things at your own speed, on your own timeline.