There is a certain sense of (subconscious) panic that creeps up on one, when approaching thirty.
(Been there. Done that)
This is especially in a
society, where one is expected to be happily married with 27 grandchildren, a 'successful'
8-figure job, a yatch and seven duplexes. All before thirty.
The pressure is cray-cray.
I remember that as I
approached the '30s' milestone, I almost passed out every time I thought of
substituting '2' with '3'.
For me, thirty-something-year-olds seemed rather ancient. (Forty-somethings were just waiting to croak, and
everything after that, I considered as part of my ancestral lineage)
Now... I wonder how I survived the confusion and awkwardness of being a twenty-something(er).
The good thing about the
thirties is that you become more comfortable in your own skin.
From when you cross that
milestone, you quite suddenly realise that there is not enough time to wonder
what the world thinks, before taking leaps.
Remember all the drama
of the early to mid-twenties? You can now leverage on the lessons learnt in
choosing your associations, and deciding what activities are more beneficial to
you.
In your thirties, you
learn to take responsibility for your decisions and own your actions without
the need to find someone else to blame.
And when you need to
cry... you cry all you want. Then laugh at yourself, and remember that
unnecessary drama is for the twenties.
As a ‘30-something(er)’,
you're (likely to be) better positioned to make more exciting career choices.
You would have garnered the years of experience some kinds of roles require,
and possess the maturity to avoid mistakes you may have made in younger roles.
You're also likely to
have gotten an idea of a particular area of interest, for careers that are more
specialized.
On the dating scene, by
the time you are thirty, you are more aware of your 'type', if you have a type.
You're also better at
making and holding conversations. Gone are the awkward tongue-tied days, when
all your eyes could look at were the assets staring you in the face.
(All pun intended)
You are also at that
place where both your seniors and contemporaries (and even the 20-somethiners)
are all in awe of you. 😉
The world is really your
oyster.
In your thirties, you
begin to realise that nothing is that deep, and If it did not kill you
siiiiince, who born am well to kill you
now??
You become calmer... and
take decisions more rationally.
So if you have been
panicking because you are approaching thirty... just relax already!
Even if you haven't
achieved all you thought you would have, 30 is a good place to start.
At least, you're alive
and breathing.
That is all the push you
need.
And if you have younger
ones struggling with getting to the thirties, you should totally forward this
post to them! 😊
Paz,
Meg.
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