Eleven months until i am thirty.
Eleven months left of my twenties.
The second sentence seems scarier.
Once I get there it will be fine, I'm sure...
Counting down!
Don't Look Now
10 years ago
Monday, 22 December 2008
Saturday, 20 December 2008
Universal truths
Before I was Nearly 30, I kept coming across stories of (mainly) women, who in the run up to 30 were quitting things, changing things, starting businesses, moving to the country, ditching the wrong man or the wrong job. I started asking people who were 30 or nearly 30, and the story was the same. 30 is an issue.
So I started this blog.
The best story I heard of all was this:
A friend of a friend has just turned 30. Every single morning, when she wakes up, she thinks: "Shit, I'm 30".
Hmm, not just me then worrying about the big 3-0.
So I started this blog.
The best story I heard of all was this:
A friend of a friend has just turned 30. Every single morning, when she wakes up, she thinks: "Shit, I'm 30".
Hmm, not just me then worrying about the big 3-0.
Friday, 19 December 2008
Not so bad after all
Blog fatigue, but now hopefully receding. Blame age. Can blame age for anything and everything now. Handy. First time that has happened.
Looking over the London skyline at night. Don't know where else I might live by the time i am thirty. Maybe don't need to change anything at all. Maybe instead need to just appreciate it. And slow down, as age won't keep allowing for such mayhem (or will it?).
Have been looking on 43 things. Everyone wants to do the same - write a book, quit their jobs, learn a language.
Need to start a list.
List
Take more photos (to look back on at 80).
To be continued...
Looking over the London skyline at night. Don't know where else I might live by the time i am thirty. Maybe don't need to change anything at all. Maybe instead need to just appreciate it. And slow down, as age won't keep allowing for such mayhem (or will it?).
Have been looking on 43 things. Everyone wants to do the same - write a book, quit their jobs, learn a language.
Need to start a list.
List
Take more photos (to look back on at 80).
To be continued...
Saturday, 13 December 2008
In a whirl
Make mince pies. Put up Christmas decorations. Ice skating. Drink champagne. Eat. Sleep. Survive office party. Look at lights everywhere on Christmas trees. Book train ticket. Answer party invitations. Start buying presents. Get annoyed by Christmas music in shops and vow to spend as little time in shops as possible. See people carrying Christmas trees. Wonder about deadline for posting Christmas cards. Write blog.
Sunday, 7 December 2008
Time travel
Mulled wine at a 30th birthday party last night.
Getting (now old) friends back together has to be one of the best things about celebrating a decade. 30 is old! But walking into a curry house it felt like someone had pressed rewind, and there we were as students when we all first met.
Things have changed a lot with the addition of jobs, cars, houses, husbands, wives and babies.
We can’t drink as much, and the conversation can turn alarmingly to DIY and house prices rather than student misdemeanours.
But I would rather be here than there. And the old jokes live on, absolutely relevant after more than 10 years.
Getting (now old) friends back together has to be one of the best things about celebrating a decade. 30 is old! But walking into a curry house it felt like someone had pressed rewind, and there we were as students when we all first met.
Things have changed a lot with the addition of jobs, cars, houses, husbands, wives and babies.
We can’t drink as much, and the conversation can turn alarmingly to DIY and house prices rather than student misdemeanours.
But I would rather be here than there. And the old jokes live on, absolutely relevant after more than 10 years.
Wednesday, 3 December 2008
Anything goes on the slopes
Dancing on a table in my ski boots, I feel young. In fact, I feel ageless.
The Austrian bar is packed with skiers who have come in off the Ischgl slopes to party. And anything goes.
We all do a dance with actions resembling heads, shoulders, knees and toes. The words say something about as being as strong as a tiger, as tall as a giraffe, and swimming. What is not lost in translation is that everyone is letting go.
I look around and there are people ten, twenty, thirty years older than me punching the air. Being lost in the moment together. It is a good thing to do by the time I am thirty. I hope I am still there at 59.
The Austrian bar is packed with skiers who have come in off the Ischgl slopes to party. And anything goes.
We all do a dance with actions resembling heads, shoulders, knees and toes. The words say something about as being as strong as a tiger, as tall as a giraffe, and swimming. What is not lost in translation is that everyone is letting go.
I look around and there are people ten, twenty, thirty years older than me punching the air. Being lost in the moment together. It is a good thing to do by the time I am thirty. I hope I am still there at 59.
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