Have you been doing much reflecting lately, now that’s your birthday? Donna asked.
No, not this year. I said and I smiled. I have done my reflecting earlier this year, when I was about to make huge life-changing decisions .
Though I have a vague plan and it just feels right, I’m still terrified, anxious and sometimes stay up at night, wondering whether I should do sometime more ‘sensible’. But let’s not talk about that right now. (*takes deep breath).
So hm hm (*clears throat) my thoughts on turning 33: I don’t feel any older than a year ago. I actually feel younger and I don’t feel I’m a ‘proper’ adult, or at least what the most imagine being an adult means.
Not that I care. I can’t wait to get out of the office and try and make living doing things I enjoy, with people I love. Because, really, that’s what life is about and honestly, every day passes by is one day less until I’m dead.
As my favourite Fleabag once said:
–What did Jesus do by the time he was 33?
–He died. That’s all he did.
So my Jesus year as I call it will be an adventure to say the least! Even if I die at the end of it, I’ll die happy.
I’m still non the wiser and most of the time I pretend I know how to navigate through life…
but for now, I’m spending most of my time having fun (and panicking) with my friends in Southampton I will dearly miss when I leave…
and indulging in delicious food.
If there’s anything I learnt from 33 years on this planet is that life is too short to spend in an office or worry about what others think or succumb to social pressures to be something you don’t wan’t to be or with someone you don’t want to be with. You don’t have to be an ‘adult’ the way society dictates, you can adult your own, special way.
Just be you, love and laugh, laugh until it hurts.
Eleni
Lessons I learned after I turned 30 