Today I turn the grand old age of Thirty One.
It’s a funny age really. Turning thirty is always seen as a massive milestone, it’s the one we obsess over and have existential crises about. But it’s also the one we celebrate with elaborate parties or trips abroad. Essentially it’s the age that gets all of the attention.
But 31? Bitch, you just old.
Ok I’m not quite getting my pension yet but it doesn’t have quite the same glitz and glamour surrounding it does it?
Regardless, I always think your birthday is a good opportunity to look back over the year and see how you’re tracking against the ol’ life goals. I like to look at the big picture – is life going the way I want it to? Am I where I want to be at this age?
Most years this takes a bit of reflection. I have a good think and look at the little things I’ve achieved. But at age 30 I ticked off some of the big things.
My twenties were about fun and travel and friendship and love. I wanted my thirties to be about family and happiness and personal achievement and enjoying life more (and y’know still maintaining the other stuff). And well, the first year of my thirties was surprisingly successful in this arena! Josh proposed and I fell pregnant with our little girl, whose arrival is any day now! Both things were not expected but totally wanted and it completely changed my year.
So yes, at 31 my life will likely revolve around family. And I’m happy about that. I still love my job and my friends and my travels, but I’m excited for the upcoming adventure of having my first baby and experiencing family life.
I also want to make the most of maternity leave by working out what kind of personal achievements are important to me in my thirties. Do I want to write a book? Try to boost my blog a bit? Finally buy the food truck? Who knows. Hopefully this next year will bring me a bit of clarity on my goals in this area and give me some inspiration.
Other than that, I’m happy with how things are going. A wedding and a house purchase are on the cards but these things will be over the next few years. I don’t want to pressure myself to do everything at once. There’s no rush, right?
So yes, thirty was an amazing year and I’m excited for the whirlwind that will be thirty one.
I’m not actually celebrating my birthday properly this year though. Just because the baby is due, like now, and I don’t really want to stray far from home. And quite frankly I just can’t be bothered.
So Josh has decided he’s baking me a cake and my mum is making us dinner. Then we’re going to do a little shopping trip after I have the baby to get some new non-maternity clothes. That’s a proper grown-up birthday, huh? I guess I really am old.
Here’s to another year of adventure, lads.
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