I have been playing the air violin for myself a lot lately. (shhh... can you hear it?)
Despite all my talk about how age does not matter, how it is just abstract and separate from our identity, I am freaking out about turning 30. (Hear violin)
It's not that I am unhappy with where I am. I have never been happier. Its just more that there is a clock ticking louder with each year, and this year it is more of a throb in my head than a tick. Yep, the biological clock. This hormone powered mechanism that is set to ring alarm bells at the turning of 30. There is only so long I can keep turning up the party tunes to block out the ticking.
Oh, the photo is of me at work with a hot water bottle strapped to myself, after having injured my shoulder at the gym. Something that seems to be happening a lot more lately, as I near 30. (Hear the violin strike another chord.)
1 comment:
Its so silly how a number can dictate mood and thought...i do have experience on this one... just making the 30 mark... but really, apart from the tight chest at midnight and a bit of sadness at letting go of youth, it really opens up so much more.
Dont fret petal, but do get some good glucosamine and fish oil into ya!
Its almost irritating that 30 has to come so early... ;)
youre beautiful, bring it on!
x
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