I’m shaft-deep into this whole ‘being in my thirties’ thing now and so far, it’s been alright. I didn’t really know what to expect when I initially turned thirty, as mentally I still felt like a teenager. Not in the immature, naive way of course, but more so physically, and the way I navigated my interests I suppose.
One thing I was always told about hitting your thirties is the complete lack of shame and giving a fuck that takes place once you enter this new era. I was cynical at first, “how can a number automatically dictate the lack of fucks you give about a thing??” but there is an element of truth to it. I’ve noticed that things that would usually upset or frustrate me don’t tend to as much and there is a degree of freedom that comes with that. I’m pretty sure the reason for this lack of giving a shit is due to me just feeling too old and lazy to drum up any kind of negative feeling towards said occurrence, but it’s a feeling that I’m happy to roll with for the foreseeable.
I’m incredibly grateful for all the experiences the last year has brought me; the good and the bad. I’ve had a few personality confidence kickbacks when it comes to how I portray myself on my little corner of the internet; constantly in a state of worry as to how I come across and whether I can please everyone at all times. I’ve also had some wonderful writing and brand opportunities that I’m super proud of, and this I start this new chapter of my life, I find myself attempting to construct what I think my life could look like in the next few years.
I’ve always known deep down where I would love my life to lead, but now is the time to start making those dreams a reality, now that I have a few more resources to help me on my way. One of those things is getting a driver’s licence and learning how to drive. Can you imagine I’ve gone through two provisional licenses? It’s actually embarrassing at this point.
Yes, I’m thirty-three, and although I’ve been doing this career for the last 13 years, I still don’t feel as if I’ve hit my peak. I think – in fact I’m sure – that I still have so much more to give and do.
Anyhoo, I thought I’d make a list of twenty things I wish I could tell my twenty-three-year-old self. Because who doesn’t love a listicle?