The new me

There was lots of cake. And lots of candles.
Birthdays rock.
Shame I won’t get another one for a whole year.
It made me look forward to my 30th.
We sang Happy Birthday and I blew my candles out three times; first with a friend I hadn’t seen for nearly a year, secondly with a fellow nearly-30-er who had baked me a (tasty, tasty) cake, and thirdly with my nearest and dearest while drinking sparkling rosé.
The next day, aimlessly changing radio channels, I began listening to Radio 2.
My slowly ticking brain registered approval.
A motto for my year so far: more Radio 2, less rosé.

Urgh

Hangovers, presumably, will be even more painful by the time I am thirty.

Happy Birthday to me

Hi, I’m Nearly 30.
In fact, 29 today.
Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me...
In one of my birthday cards it says: “Enjoy the last year of your 20s”.
Yikes. How did I get here of all places!?! What have I been doing with my time!?!
Obviously, by the time I toast 30 years on this earth I will be (delete depending on mood) rich and famous/a home owner/settled down in a grown-up way.
Won’t I?!?
Suddenly there seems quite a bit to do.
But surely it’s OK. I’ve got a year to go, after all. I thought I might tell my story here.
By the time I am thirty who knows what it might say.
Thirty, it seems, makes you stop in tracks you’ve been aimlessly and happily meandering along, and check what is going on.
I don’t remember turning 10. I probably had a My Little Pony cake and a swimming party.
I don’t remember turning 20. I probably had too much to drink.
But neither of those ages really mattered. At ten you don’t care about much beyond birthday cake, and at 20, the focus is on a year later, when you’re just happy to be a proper adult.
So I figure that this is the first real test.
T-h-i-r-t-y.
By the time I am thirty, maybe I will have conquered the world, or at least New York.
I might be able to cook lasagne, which I always figure I’ll be able to do when I’m a grown up.
Unquestionably, 30 is that.
But not yet! I’m 29! 29!
Time to light the candles and eat cake…