So with Autumn in the air it’s count down time to some of my most favourite celebrations; the spookiness of Halloween (and an excuse to dress my child as an pumpkin), the cosiness of Guy Fawkes with it’s bonfires, mulled cider and an excuse to snuggle up in scarves and hats. But being the inner child that I am, I am most excited for my birthday at the start of November! I love birthdays and this year I will turn 33. A proper grown up age, one that makes me feel a bit twitchy in that respect, because I am coming across more and more signs that I am officially getting old…..!!!
It all started the other day in the car. Flicking through the radio stations and finding nothing I wanted to listen to until I got to BBC Radio 2. Which I then proceeded to listen too…. happily! Out of Choice! It would seem the days of Kiss and Radio 1 (Scott Mills and Greg James being the exception) are going out of the window.
When I think back to who I was 10 years ago, approaching my 23rd birthday, which would have my been my first birthday whilst living with Sam, in our own little flat, it’s quite insane to think how much my life and I have changed. For example…..
Wine. Well come on – whatever age I am, I was going to mention it. But gone are the days of the bargain bucket of two bottles of rose for a fiver. Now I actually chose to pay £10 for a bottle of wine in the supermarket cause I really want to enjoy it!!! Major grown up territory!
I own one of those sharing platters for nibbles at the start of the evening when we have people over for dinner. How civilised! We used to have people over for a blatant piss up, complete with make your own (usually hideously blue) cocktails.
A trip to Dunelm Mill genuinely excites me. Two years ago I hadn’t even heard of the place.
I don’t really give a shit what people think of me. I mean obviously I care about my friends and families opinions of me, but when it comes to blatant judgement from others I’ve learnt not to get so caught up in others, often unasked for, opinions. I feel now I know who I am, I know the path I am on, I know the person I am and therefore I don’t need to be dictated to by those who think you should be or act a certain way. I can see I’m loved for who I am by those who matter.
Mum knows best. Now that I am one, I know that! Always listen to your Mum. Remember all the advice she has given you. She was right!
Flowers and candles will literally cheer up any rubbish day!
Dress for you! Not for others. I now know what styles suit me, how to dress for my shape, and have the confidence to wear what I want to wear. And rocking an outfit with confidence makes you even hotter!
Go with your gut instinct. Another one that is always right.
Hangovers are not fun. It is so not worth it. New rule at weddings; when it gets to dancing time stop drinking and switch to water. If not, you can write off the next two days because after 30 all hangovers last two days. If things are really dire there really is only one cure. Have a bloody mary then get on with it. Forget the fry up, the banana smoothie (heave alert), the coffee; none of them work and it’s all a load of crap. Have a Hair of the dog and be done with it.
Quality over Quantity; accessories, make up and most importantly, Friendships. Please, let your friends know you love them and value them. It’s SO important.
Dream – Work Hard – Believe – Achieve. Not just a cliché on a cushion, but something I now know your really can do. But massive emphasis on the Work Hard; nothing comes for free, and nor should it. Otherwise how do you learn the lesson.
As Carrie Bradshaw once said; Enjoy; that’s what your twenties are for, your thirties are to learn the lessons, your forties are for paying the drinks!
You will still not understand a lot about men; they’re weird creatures. Why would this change even as we’ve got older and picked one we want to be with forever. They are still strange. You just learn to live with it more. But you will learn to NOT TAKE ANY CRAP from any of them!
SPF20 will be your best friend! Gone are the days of slathering yourself in oil in the sun. You now realise you don’t want to resemble a leathery old hangbag.
It’s never too late. I started this blog at 31. Never too late to follow a dream.
Part of you will always still be young; your heart, your fun side. Or maybe even the side of you that even at the age of 32 and three quarters (!), you still cannot sleep without your beloved Bunsy (my bunny rabbit I’ve had since I was a child). That is who I am and that won’t be changing, no matter how mature I might now be.
Fear not; all is not lost! I still listen to One Direction – BY CHOICE (stop judging me, it’s happy music and I love it), I still shop in New Look and I will still always be Daddy’s little girl! But I am also, by all accounts, an actual grown up! A sophisticated Mummy. Who knew!!
I love looking at life in this way. It’s all a journey. A fun one, where you’re constantly changing, evolving, maturing, learning. And we should be thankful for that every day.