It feels almost like another decade since I wrote my last entry – ah, that’ll be because it was, then. Well, for me, at least.
Yes, I hit the “big three-oh” [1] last Sunday and spent pretty much the whole weekend commis- er, celebrating. After a few days of overindulging perhaps just a little, however, I felt a bit like I’d overshot the target somewhat, so I’m now trying desperately to shift back towards youth with a few nights in.
What does thirty feel like? Well, it’s a bit like being twenty except the beer’s more expensive, the hangovers last longer and you can’t go on Club 18-30 holidays any more. However, now I earn a bit more, don’t get drunk nearly so often [2] and I never tended to go on those sorts of holidays anyway – so, basically nothing’s changed! I’ll just keep telling myself that, shall I?
Anyway, I would go on and on about all the fascinating things that have happened in life since I last wrote my journal, but I should really go to bed – us oldies need our sleep, you know! Plus, all the really fascinating things only happened in my head.
So, in essence, this is just a “hey, I’m still alive!” sort of an entry. I’m sure that’s a great comfort to the world at large.
| [1] | My sister even helpfully sent me a “big three-oh” glued to a card, in case I didn’t have one handy. Thanks for the reminder, Cath… (Actually I really did appreciate all the cards I got – thanks everyone!) |
| [2] | Ahem, sorry about the coughing fit – I must be coming down with a cold. |
Tricksy.
Both me and my friends all had a similar reaction to turning 30. It didn’t seem like a big deal as it crept towards us on the horizon. Just another birthday, this time with an exciting ‘3’ at the start of it. But then, when it got to the day we all experienced the same slight discomfort just on the edge of our consciousness. The same sense of ‘Who am I? What am I doing? Am I happy?’
Now two of us are moving to Cyprus, and one’s thinking of moving to Florida.
So it shows: nature has a plan for us all. Or something.