I thought I might talk about my age,
somewhat reluctantly, I say reluctantly because despite my pure joy of being
alive, I actually hate that I’m in my 30s...
...there is a
few reasons for this.
Look number one
is easy, being 32 is hard because it makes me feel closer to death. Yes, I know
how ridiculous that sounds, but the truth is, I’m pretty messed up with the
idea of death, I have no acceptance that we all die, I don’t like it at all in
fact. All I know is consciousness, and seeing as we have no bloody clue about
what happens to our consciousness, I’m gunna continue to be disturbed with the
fact that it just ceases to exist. How!? When there was such a small chance I
should exist, my thoughts and my feelings, my idiosyncrasies, my love of simple
things dappled sunlight and my blind hatred of people who don’t signal when
changing lanes 🤬 they are all
little ingredients that make up me, and the fact that it can all just disappear
in a second is bone chilling to be frank.
Reason number
two, I’m getting older, this isn’t tied in with the ‘I’m gunna die’ fear, this
one has been engrained in me socially since I was born pretty much. I’m getting
wrinkles, and it sucks because the world tells me it sucks, no matter how many
times I try and silence that and tell myself it doesn’t matter, it feels like
it really does, to the point where I’ve considered Botox...something I never
thought I would ever consider...even a few years ago. There is nowt wrong with
aging, but I’m finding the older I get the more obsolete I am feeling, like my
days of doing what I do, of being relevant, are numbered.
Please
understand, I’m not saying I am, I’m just saying that this is the way I feel,
I’m just being honest with you.
Part three is
most troubling to me, when I turned 30, so many friends who were also
transitioning into third decade where totally fine with it, looking forward to
it even, after all, they say your 30s are your best years! Me however, as I’ve
mentioned, I was depressed about the whole thing, and I think the main reason
is tied up with my anxiety. I realised the other day that I felt I had wasted
my 20s, and the reason I felt that way was because I hadn’t beaten the anxiety,
I hadn’t beaten it when I was young and still had the opportunity to see the
world, to travel care free, to galavant with my friends abroad. All I had seen
in that decade is people I knew going to far off lands, meanwhile I was sat on
the sofa with my phone watching. The day I turned 30 I felt like I’d lost that
opportunity, that because of my travel anxiety, I missed my chance, and it made
me feel wasteful, it made me feel regretful and it made me feel sad. Sure I can
sort my anxiety out in my 30s, but this decade is about homes and bills and
possibly kids, which brings me on to...
Reason number
4, I want kids, wait do I? Are my eggs dying? I feel like a teenager still but
apparently I’m on my way to be a geriatric pregnancy if I wait a few
years...GERIATRIC???
Oh I’m sorry,
in a few years I would be a pregnant person in ‘advanced maternal age’, are you
shitting me? And yet it’s true, and the worst part? I think I do want kids, but
I could happily wait 10 years! And yes I know, they say no one ever feels
ready, but what I mean is that I’m not ready for the ‘me time’ to be over. I
like the me time, and as someone who has been living with different sets of
parents for too long, once Will and I are in the house and finally living
together, I want to live that for a good while! Long enough to enjoy the
independence, the calm, a life just me and him, but in just 3 short years my
chances of getting pregnant are nearly halved. I need more time and I’m running
out.
Turning 30 for
me was clearly rough, but I’m learning to accept the new normal. When I turned
30 life kept going, everything was the same outwardly, and I’m learning to
adjust my thoughts that way. Age and ageing is just something they tell you is
bad, but who says ‘they’ make up the rules. If Emma Thompson, Helena Bonham
Carter, Helen Mirren are anything to go by, I think I’ll be just fine.
I completely understand...I often feel like I wasted my 20s as well. I turned 30 this year as well and also have the anxiety of being single. I feel like my opportunity to find someone and also have a family are fading quickly. Thanks for sharing your honest thoughts it’s always nice to know someone out there understands. Here’s to a better year and rocking the 30s! Cheers!
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