As I mentioned in this post I turned 30 recently. I didn’t think I was bothered but it turns out on my last night in my twenties I decided I needed to make my thirties amazing.
My twenties were pretty special. To recap – I graduated, met N and married him. We bought a house and then sold it. I owned a VW beetle for a while. We’ve lived in three different homes and spent 3 years in Scotland. We got our dogs and I’ve had many jobs. Amazing friends were made, amazing friends were lost. Some good people left this earth and some gorgeous babies were born. No other decade will top my twenties because it was in twenties I fell pregnant and became a mamma to E, the best thing I ever did or ever will do. My twenties were busy.
The day after I turned thirty I walked into my hair dressers and got her to cut 70% of my hair off. No more mum pony tail for me.
Five days after turning thirty I went for my first ever run. No more unfit, lazy me. (In theory)
And in about 5 minutes, when I’ve published this post, I’m going to tell my private Facebook friends that I blog. Maybe it’ll go somewhere, maybe it won’t but at least I can say I tried.
I want my thirties to be the decade I get my shit together.