Or, in my strange accent. Firty. (33 will be a nightmare, that’s all I’m saying).
This time last year I set out trying to complete 30 things before I was 30. Life got in the way. I like being lazy, I think I achieved 3 things. Maybe I’ll do the 30 things before I’m 90….let’s not hold our breath.
Why is 30 seen as such a watershed age? I feel like 30 is the first age that sounds like you’re supposed to be an adult. At 30 you’re supposed to have your shit together, right?
I feel ok about turning 30. Not least because I still look impossibly young (thank you filters for allowing me to believe this illusion). I was asked recently by someone at work what my secret is to not looking my age, “Not having children”, I smugly replied. That and glycolic acid. Try it out. Superdrug do a really good glycolic acid which is a great introductory to acids and for the price, do a smashing job.
I digress. I could talk about acids all day but I won’t.
Am I a fully functioning adult? I suppose on paper I am. Homeowner. Great career. No financial worries. 5 foreign holidays a year. CATS PROTECTION SAID I WAS ADULT ENOUGH TO HAVE RESPONSIBILTY FOR A CAT. It doesn’t get much more adulty than having a cat.
But do I feel like an adult? Hell no. What does an adult even feel like?
For the big day itself I’m going to be spending it at Disneyland Paris with my beloved family. I can think of no other way to spend my big day. Disney clothes, Disney singing, Disney rides, Disney everything.
By the time you read this, I’ll be 30. I’ll be enjoying spending time with my Mum, JP, my sister Rachel and her boyfriend James at Disneyland. Hopefully we’ve all stayed friends and we’ve not fallen out. After all, you can’t fall out at the happiest place on earth! As well as Disney, JP and I will be enjoying a few days in Paris, my first time. At time of writing, Belgium have just beaten Brazil in the World Cup and will be playing France when we’re there. Allez les blues!
Anyway. Back to birthdays and the fact that I am possibly almost an adult now.
When I was growing up, people always used to say that one day Rachel and I would be best friends.
I refused to believe it. I would ignore them and go back to biting chunks out of her, punching her in the face and pulling her hair. I was 18.
I’M JOKING. I was 22, she was 18. Trolololol.
That’s a tad extreme but it turns out that those people all those years ago were correct, I adore my Rachel. We speak every day and I can’t imagine life without her.
Which has got me thinking about other things I heard when I was younger that turns out, were true
- That spot on your face you think everyone will notice? They won’t. It’s not as bad as you think. Nobody will notice
- You are nowhere near as fat as you think. You will look back at how ‘fat’ you were at 18 and wish you were still like that
- You will turn in to your mother. Whether you want to or not. It might be gradual, it might be sudden. But one day you will find yourself carefully putting an open cucumber in a food bag before putting it back in the fridge wondering when you became her (FYI I was 21)
- Even though you think you’re dying, trust me, time really does heal a broken heart
- Nobody knows what they’re doing. This applies to life, work, relationships and friendships. Everyone is winging it
- If a man acts and says he’s unavailable, believe him and run a mile
- Early nights really are the way forward. My parents begging me not to stay up too late. Getting told off for staying up until goodness knows what time laughing at people who go to sleep before midnight. I now consider it a late night if I’m still awake at 9pm
- When you’re young, elders will remark “you’re so lucky you can still eat what you want and not gain weight, wait until you get older”. You’ll laugh. You’ll always be able to each 25 courses at every sitting and never gain weight. You’ll always be slender and have the taut body of a gymnast. And then you’ll turn 28. You only have to look at a cake and you’ll gain 6lbs and you’re body shape morphs more and more in to that of a potato
There was also a few things I was told or believed as a child that turned out not to be true:
- My Mum always encouraged me to wave to the people on planes in the sky. It was only after I had been cabin crew for about one year did I realise this was in fact a massive lie. I was 23
- That plucking out a grey hair means that five new ones will appear. Jokes on you all. I plucked out two and ended up with a full head of grey hair by the age of 28
- Cracking your joints will give you arthritis. Even bigger jokes on you all. I’ve never cracked a joint in my life and look at the state of me
What things were you told when you were younger that turned out to be true or not to be true?
Looking forward to writing a far more health related post on my return to Aberdeen. 5 days after I return I’m straight back to hospital for my next bout of minor surgery on my toes and as this will be my second to last trip for this procedure, I’m going to blog about it. It’s not for the faint hearted so I won’t go in to detail here but if you suffer from psoriasis, and you have it in your nails, then you’ll get my drift and hopefully my next post can be of you some use for you.
For now, I’ll say goodbye. I’ve got a date with Mickey.