Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me…
The time has come where I’m about to hit the big 3-0. Actually writing this sentence scares me a little bit because that makes it much more real. Until now, I was very good at pushing this number away from me, but there comes a point where you can’t do that anymore. Before writing this, I asked myself why it does scare me to hit that number. Firstly, because you never feel as old as you are. I’m still feeling like I’m in my early twenties, so turning thirty sounds like nothing I would associate myself with. Secondly, it sounds scary because of what society thinks you should do/have/reached when you are at that point in your life. You should have a big career, should be married or get married soon. And what about the kids? Let’s also don’t forget to be a serious adult and only make good decision because you are not young anymore and have made all your mistakes in your twenties.
Nothing can bring you peace but yourself. (R. W. Emmerson)
But these society expectations never truly fit me. Because, you know what? It’s my life and I have to live it. I might not be at that point in my career where I want to be yet, but I’m getting there and I’m working hard to make my dreams come true. Rome wasn’t built in a day either, right? I’m also not married yet and have kids, but I’m in no rush to have a baby tomorrow. I want to evolve, but never fully grow up. I want to enjoy the silly moments in live and learn from my mistakes. I just want to be happy and love what I do.
So cheers, to living the life I want to live because you only live once!