It was my birthday 3 days ago and, I must say, it was a birthday well spent. Food and great company: no complaints there.
But I do think that it’s funny how as time passes your value system shifts. Things that were perhaps of less importance become what you cherish most. A good glass of wine and a night cuddling up on the sofa replaces crazy nights out.
Word that best sums up my current state of affairs: okay.
For many, twenty-nine is a penultimate year. A last chance to ensure that you’ve got everything together by the big 3 0. Everyone knows that life MUST be sorted out by thirty, right?
Right! WRONG. For me, the most important thing was that I had my career sorted by thirty. Luckily I managed to do that by 28. So, what’s next? Well, the problem is I hadn’t exactly thought about that part yet. I have a career, love and friends: I am lucky to say the least.
But if I’m being completely honest, something is missing. I’m just not sure what: that’s the part I’m most conflicted over. Perhaps year #29 is the year to work it out…