Last month I turned thirty two. I find it hard to comprehend that I’m thirty two because I don’t feel a day over twenty two if I’m honest.
I still have a young head on my shoulders, I’m told I don’t look like I’m in my thirties and I’m certainly not frumpy or dowdy, like I thought thirtysomethings were when I was younger. I used to wonder how being that age could possibly be cool. Surely if anything it must be depressing? After all, you’re no longer in your twenties, in fact you’re well on your way to your forties. There’s every chance you might be married, the weekly nights out have probably stopped. You may even have a BABY! And let’s face it, nothing more ties you down than a baby. How can that be cool?
Stay a while longer and I’ll tell you.
Thirtysomethings are at an advantage. We look young, yet we have a good ten years or so more experience than those twentysomethings. We’ve been there with the weekly nights out, the booze, the kebabs, the hangovers. We’ve been on the holidays, drank all night, slept all day and done it all again the following night. We’ve had the heartbreak, learnt the hard way and then grown to trust again. We’ve done a lot of things and it’s made us into the people we are today.
It was probably on one of those many nights out that we met the special someone that we ended up getting married to. It may well have been on one of those holidays that the wedding proposal came in the first place. And somewhere in that time of meeting the special someone, planning the wedding and then standing in front of everyone and making special lifelong vows, we grow up. We become a responsible grown up, ready to take on everything that being an adult involves.
We are all different and our past is what shapes us into the person we are today. There is an age old line that we hear from so many adults and I’m not afraid to use it now myself, “If I knew then what I know now…” Well if I did know then what I know now it probably wouldn’t make an ounce of difference, because let’s face it, when you’re twentysomething or younger, you already think you know everything. Hell, I did. And it’s not so different today.
I wouldn’t want to go back to being in my twenties, not for a second. It’s not until you’ve been there and done it that you realise just how little you knew. How much you had to learn. How naive you could be. And how wrong you could get things. I’m not putting those who are younger than me down, after all, we all have to grow up, I’m just explaining that there is a significant difference between us yet we’re not a million years apart.
I love being in my thirties. I’m older. I’m wiser. I’m much more clued up on what goes on in the world, with people and relationships and I’m happy with who I am. I met my special someone. I married him. I had his baby and we’re now a family. It’s a pretty good place to be. And when you can have all of that in your thirties, and still look like you’re in your twenties? That’s what I call a result.