Tomorrow is my 31st birthday. I really don’t feel like I’m grown up enough to be turning 31 but it’s happening.
I think I’m genuinely less concerned about turning 31 than I was about turning 21 10 years ago. (How is it 10 years ago?!) Turning 21 felt ancient, the end of an era and meant the end of university was in sight. Turning 31, on the other hand, feels good.
I think I’m definitely getting better at being in my own skin. I like myself more now, at 30 than I did at 20. Now don’t get me wrong, there are still days when I’m really not the biggest fan of myself but they’re certainly less frequent than they were. Partly I think because I feel more settled in my life now. I’m happily married, we own a house and I have a permanent contract at work. When things get rough now I think about all the stuff I have to be grateful for and it helps pull me back round to being more positive.
Being 30 was pretty bloody good (global politics and family bereavement aside) and I’m looking forward to seeing what the rest of my 30s have in store for me.