This week saw a big milestone for me: I turned 30. And I did it in style…with a trip to New York!
It’s a scary day for anyone, but I’ve quietly been looking forward to it. Since my last birthday, I’ve thought a lot about where I am in life and what this big birthday would mean for me.
I’m fortunate enough to be in a good place: I have a lovely husband, a house, a good job, great friends and a growing blog.
One thing I’ve realised in the last couple of years is that there’s no point putting things off. I’ve always been guilty of talking about my plans in abstract terms. I’ve listed places that I’d love to visit, but then made no effort to go there. I’ve talked about publishing a book and becoming a writer, but never taken the time to create anything.
Now I’m conscious of the need to make some of my dreams a reality. Of course, I have to be realistic. I have a job and a mortgage, I can’t just quit my job to write full-time or travel the world. But I can build time for the things I enjoy around my other commitments, focusing on the things that matter to me rather than the things I feel I should be doing.
I’ve enjoyed my twenties and learned a lot from them, but I’m a little older, a little wiser and a little more confident now, so I’m sure my thirties are going to be even better!