Being well and truly in my mid thirties is a rather terrifying thought. I think it’s the same for any decade… That mid way point to the next milestone that sends shudders up your spine. There’s certainly something wonderful that comes with every decade. In my twenties it was fiercely career and life milestone led… Couldn’t wait to find someone and settle down, climb that property ladder like snake up a trouser leg and start a family. Basically hitting all those life milestones that society say you should hit.
But in my thirties, it has taken a whole new shape altogether. There is an odd sense of awareness of what I actually want to achieve in life. My motivations are different. I want to achieve more for my family… I want balance. I care less about what people think, although at times my heart needs to catch up with my head on that one. I feel like I know more about what makes me tick than ever before. It’s not what I would have ever have imagined or expected, but being able to recognise what makes me happy and content and do more of it is quite a stark difference from my twenties self.
These past 10 years have been rather enlightening for a number of reasons. I don’t think I will ever experience such a wide range of things in the next 10 years of my life. It’s saw numerous house moves, a miscarriage, 2 amazing girls, one change of industry and one change of career. So it’s easy to be self critical… I have a degree in that, but each year that ticks by brings with it a sense of getting comfy in life and that’s rather exciting.
What does the next 10 years hold? Well I’m not sure I could have predicted where I am now at 25 and so it’s barely imaginable to think that far ahead. I just hope that the contentedness continues to grow and that I have a whole host of memories to look back on.