By the end of this year, I’m going to turn 30. It’s safe to say that I’m supposed to be an adult by then and with that comes absolut panic.
From the age of 30 to 35 a lot is expected from you. You’re meant to fall in love and get married. You’re also expected to have a kid, or at least planning on having one in the near future because you know you’re biological clock is ticking away… And if that wasn’t bad enough, you’ve finally gotta work out what the hell you wanna do with your life. How do you wanna spend your time? What is the thing that will define you?
I know this is a lot to think about and sure, you can complete any of these things at whatever age you want, but there is this unwritten pressure to fulfill at least one of said things by the time you turn 30. Which leaves me with 8 months to get my shit together really.
To be honest, I have no idea where I’m gonna be living in 5 years, or where I’m even gonna be in 5 years. I have no idea if I’m married by then or have a kid. Maybe I would have outgrown my pale chaotic phase and I blossomed into a tough business woman.
I suppose it’s important to not get bugged down by all these things because in pursuit of all these milestones, you’ve got to live.
I hope I get married someday, I hope I’ll have a kid, I hope I’ll find my dream career, I hope I’ll build my own happy place. But I just hope that happens naturally. And not because life is putting pressure on me. ♥