On Turning 39
how I'm approaching the last year of my 30s
Well, here we are. The last year of my 30s.
Turning 30 felt HUGE - like stepping out of an adolescence that seemed to go on forever. Part of that was further education - the degree, the postgrad, but there was also a further two years of professional training all whilst living in a room the same size as my childhood bedroom as anything else in London was just too expensive.
I felt the weight of expectation as I entered my 30s. Wasn’t someone in their 30s someone who had their sh*t together? A savings account with more than £100, a 5-year plan, and dating someone at least remotely introducible to the family?
I had none of those things. All my friends were starting to get married, have children, get promoted, buying their first teeny tiny flat in London.
So on my 29th I hurriedly wrote a list of everything I wanted to achieve in what I saw as my last year of freedom. Before I became a fully fledged adult. I remember that list so vividly. Give up …
