So I turned 31 yesterday…
I had a pleasant day, but something really bugged me; my friends reminding me that I am 31, as in a ‘you’re not in your 20s anymore’. Well, thank you for the friendly reminder.
A telephone conversation to a friend last night went something like this:
A: ‘So how that it feel?’, he said in his ‘I feel sorry for you’ tone of voice
Me: ‘errmmm no different than yesterday actually’
My 20s were amazing; I moved to the UK, completed my marketing degree in Canterbury, moved to London, landed my dream job (after a few years that is), travelled around Europe, fell in love with New York, flatshared in East, North and South London with a variety of people, before finally being able to rent a cute little flat in one of London’s hippest areas by myself.
Not so bad for 31 year-old, is it?
Yet, in the eyes of the society we live in, being 31 is old, regardless of your achievements. And this pisses me off… 31 is NOT old! Being in your 30s is exciting; you’re older, wiser and this brings a new set of challenges.
I can’t stop time, but I can look back in time and say ‘my 20s were great; hell yes, I had a blast’
That said, I’d like to get back to focussing on my 30s if you don’t mind
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