Today is my 30th birthday. The first birthday that actually feels like a proper grown up age.
It’s also my last birthday as a Carville. I like that I’ve had 3 whole decades with this name, it feels nice and rounded, here’s to many more with a new name!
I’ve been thinking about turning 30 a lot recently. As a child 30 seemed ancient, I was convinced that by this age I’d be married, have a couple of kids and be working my dream job . That’s not quite how things have worked out and, do you know what, I’m OK with that.
I’m really happy with where I am in my life at the moment. Turning 30 is only going to bring good things, getting married, a hen do, holidays in Edinburgh and Italy, and that’s just for starters!
For the first time in my life I think I’m finally starting to be accepting of how I look. I actually have days now where I look in the mirror and think that I don’t look too bad. I’ve accepted that I’m always going to be on the glow-in-the-dark side of pale, I’m always going to have a face full of freckles, my hair is always going to lean towards the frizzy and unruly, and my body is never going to look like that of a supermodel. And this is fine with me. I have a brilliant partner who loves me and my ghost legs, and 5 foot 7 isn’t anything to be sniffed at, even if my legs don’t go up to my armpits!
There’s a lovely sense of relief that has come with being less hard on myself and how I look. I think that’s definitely come alongside being more mature. Not making resolutions this year has helped this too, by putting less pressure on myself to do certain things or behave a certain way I’ve found I’m actually enjoying life more too. This seems so glaringly obvious, that it’s a bit silly it’s taken me 30 years to get to this point!
Anyway, enough rambling. I’ve got a feeling 30 is going to be a good year. Happy birthday to me!