So today I turned 34, which when I was a child seemed absolutely ancient. In fact the year I turned 30 I felt sad, I felt ‘old’ and in all honesty I was a bit grumpy that day. This year though I am happy to be getting older.
When you’re younger – i.e before the age when dyeing your hair is no longer just for fun – getting old seems awful. Who wants wrinkles, grey hair and all the other changes that come with age?
I used to think like that, but the older I get and the more awful stories I read in the news or see online … the more I realise that getting old or older is a whole lot better than the alternative.
I don’t moan about being ‘ancient’ any more or about feeling my age. I’m happy that I am one of the lucky ones to still be getting older and especially to be still getting older with all the people that I love around me.
I’ve realised over the years just how lucky I am. I’m with the person I am meant to be with – even if he drives me slightly insane at time – I have two pretty amazing children, oh and I live in Cornwall.
Random Cornwall photos below, just to rub in how lucky I am with that bit…
A lottery win would come in handy for a lot of the dreams I have for the future, but that’s just for travel and other fun bits. Overall, my life is exactly how I want it. Getting old isn’t going to ruin any of that, plus Si is a whole seven months older than me therefore he will always be slightly more ancient than I am.
I had to break it to him the other day, that he was actually a whole year older than he thought he was… I didn’t enjoy that at all honestly.
Despite 11 year old me thinking my Mum was ancient at 34 (sorry Mum ha), 34 year old me is very happy with her life. Though also very happy that there are some ace wrinkle creams and hair dyes out there.
I said I was happy to be getting older, that doesn’t mean the teeny vain side of me wants to do it without any camouflage.