Let me upfront here - this is in no way sewing-related but rather another shameless bastardisation of this forum to express the views I would otherwise bore some poor sod with on the 272 bus. It’s also an unsubtle remainder to you all that it is my birthday in a mere matter of days... so you’ll need to get the flowers ordered/cake baked/gift in the mail/star named if you wish to maintain even a shred of a relationship with me for the impending decade.
Embarrassingly, I spent a lot of my 20s panicking about turning 30. 30, to me, was the first official gateway to getting ‘older’. After all, I distinctly remember my mother being 30, so understandably to my young self, reaching the big Three Zero meant I was pretty much done for.
Less superficially, my panic stemmed from the fear my life was not as ‘lived’ as I would have liked it to be. I felt, for some years, there were far too many unturned stones for me to be farewelling my 20s (I had also planned to make my first million by 25 - so undoubtedly there was going to be some major angst arising from some painfully unrealistic expectations).
What I didn’t factor in was: The Saturn Return. On queue, my life has undergone some dramatic and pretty tumultuous changes in the previous couple of years. I’ve experienced the best of life (true love and exciting travel) and the worst (painful loss and overwhelming sadness) but overall, these changes have inspired in me a genuine sense of wonder, self-fulfilment and an overwhelming feeling of the ‘goodness’ of things. I know, without knowing, that life is and will be everything I make it. That I will love and be loved.
Whereas I had once feared all of the doors unopened, I know marvel at how I survived the hapless thrusting of myself through all manner of doors (remarkably, that isn't a double entendre).
So, with 30 looming on the 9th of this month - what worries me now? Honestly, nothing really, I'm quite at peace with all the threes and zeros and, to be frank, kind of looking forward to meeting them. Well - I tell a lie - there is one welling concern:
That no one will make me this cake:
So please, if you have any advice for this slightly bewildered 29-year-old as she (all too quickly) approaches the looming leap into thirtydom, I'd love to hear from you!
A big dollop of love from my finger tips to your screen (I promise that's not as creepy as it sounds). xx