This post is a little overdue. I had planned to post this a day or so after I turned thirty. But a day turned into two. Then five. It’s well over a week now. Though maybe the distance between the day I turned thirty and now is a good thing?
So, yes. July 13th was my thirtieth birthday. Let me tell you something, dear reader. To say I wasn’t exactly looking forward to turning thirty was a slight understatement. But there was nothing stopping it happening!
The day pretty much perfect. Spoilt for breakfast. A day doing more or less nothing. Then out for a surprise dinner. The surprise being I didn’t know where I was being taken. (Sushi! My first time eating proper sushi too.)
Being in Bahrain and it being Ramadan, we were limited on what we could do during the day. But I think we made the most of the rest of the day.
I wanted to post about all the things I’ve learnt in the last 30 years. But I’m not sure I’ve learnt all that much!
Duck and weave… duck and weave!
I never thought for a second that I’d be spending my 30th birthday in Bahrain, that’s for sure. I didn’t even think I’d move out of London, let alone the country. So maybe one thing I can say I have learnt is to just go with the flow. Sometimes, you just have to see where you’ll end up without worrying too much.
You’ll get there, when you get there
I had a lot of expectations of myself. Where I wanted to be by what age. Who I wanted to be. What I wanted to be. Looking back, it was stupid. You’ve got to be more flexible. Have goals. But don’t put undue pressure on yourself. It won’t do you any good! Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t totally broken this way of thinking. Yet! Getting there.
Then there’s Baz Luhrman’s Everybody’s Free to Wear Sunscreen. Better advice than I can ever give. And will never not be relevant.
So here I am. In a whole new age bracket. Hello 30s, nice to meet you.