My 30th birthday is fast approaching and the closer it gets, the more excited about it I am. Yes, it’s a birthday and that means presents (hopefully, if I’m lucky) and being the centre of attention for the day (or week, if I can manage my usual stringing-it-out trick). But 30 is something of a milestone. Last year when I turned 29 I was all ‘gah, 30 next year, that’s so depressing’, but now that the time has actually come, I not at all bothered about it. As my friend said the other day, a birthday is just the passage of time, and she is now 37 and not worried about it at all.
However, it has got me looking at my life and I can honestly say that I am pretty happy with where I’m at right now. I have a job (not something we can all say in the present economy) and my blog is providing me with some sideline writing opportunities which I hope will continue to grow. I have an amazing boyfriend, fab friends (both offline and on), and for once in my life I am happy with the way I look. My style may be in transition from day to day, but I know what I like, what suits me and that is mostly thanks to this blog. Several times I have got rid of items after seeing them on a photograph and deciding they didn’t do much for me after all. I have made a conscious effort in the last year or so to only buy items designed for tall ladies, or that had plenty of length in them if they weren’t specifically tall. Consequently I now have a closet full of clothes (too full the young man would say) that I know fit me and I enjoy wearing.
Two years ago I moved from one side of the city to the other to live with the young man, and left behind much of my life – my church, my youth work, my choir. The only people I knew in the area were related to the young man or had grown up with him. Two years on I have built a new life for myself – found a new church, new choir and drama group, and have made some good friends along the way. I think my confidence has increased with age and although I went away to university at 18, that was different in a way as everyone else there was new too. To start over in a new place on your own is very different and something I don’t think I would have been confident to do at twenty. I am glad that I have been able to make the move and am very happy living where I do now.
The birthday celebrations start this evening with tea at my parents’ house. The big day is not until Tuesday so I’m thinking I can easily stretch it out over a week, or even a week and a half if I really try.