This year, I’m turning 30 and it’s kind of a weird feeling!
When I was younger, 30 always seemed like such a grown up age. By 30, everyone had their lives together, and they were sipping on wine every evening with candles lit while they tucked into their very healthy dinners.
It’s crazy to think I’m now at that age and while some aspects of my life do feel vaguely put-together, I am definitely not feeling how I thought I’d be feeling at 30!
Let’s roll it back 10 years…
I started this blog 10 years ago when I was living in a student house at uni. I was studying English & Creative Writing at the time, and I wanted a way to share my writing with the world. My brother suggested starting a blog and here we are, 10 years later, and so much has changed.
Since then, I’ve set up my own business, closed my own business, worked in six different jobs, moved from Surrey back to Wales, been invited to countless blogging opportunities, got married, bought a flat then a house, written a book (which I still haven’t sent to anyone!), said goodbye to many people (and pets) that I loved with all my heart, and welcomed new people (and pets) into my life.
10 years ago, I never would have dreamed I’d be living with someone I’d known since I was 3, married with two cats, working a job I love.
Lines and greys
Knowing I’m nearing 30, I’ve been noticing my grey hairs and my laughter lines a little more. I notice my body changing, and my metabolism for that matter too!
But I also feel so lucky to be experiencing growing older. Having cancer at a young age, you see people pass away before their time, including those who had become friends. Whenever I find myself worrying that I’m looking older, I remind myself that some never got that chance. I guess you could say it’s coupled with a tinge of survivor’s guilt too.
Over the years, even when the world has seemed at its worst, or I’ve had my heart broken, gone through grief and sadness, and anxiety, I’ve felt that life is such a scary, magical, wild, amazing experience, and you need to feel all of it. Really feel it to go through it.
Experiencing all the emotions is a privilege too.
Promises to Myself
In a Greek airport, waiting for our delayed flight home, I wrote out my promises to myself, now that I’m 30. Here’s the full list. I will:
- Take better care of my hair & skin by finding the right products & sticking to them
- Make more time for family
- Make more time for me
- Get into a good workout routine & stick to it
- Prioritise my husband, my family & my friends
- Not have time for drama, gossip or pettiness
- Finish my book & get it published
- Build my blog & update it regularly
- Stop to take it all in
- Not berate myself for resting
- Read for pleasure, not for goals
- Keep the bigger picture in mind, always
- Do something new every month
- Never stop learning
What have you changed now you’re 30?
Allie x
Allie Morgan 