Mind Over Matter

The antibiotics are kicking in and I'm starting to feel like the Old Me again. As in how-I-was-before-the-illness of course; nothing to do with the impending middle agedom in the form of what is popularly called the "new 30". Well, I say impending, but I still have another eight months and one day of the old thirty before hitting the next decade. The next decade, eh? Perfectly ok with it. Doesn't bother me one jot. 

But joking aside, thirtysomething has been an amazingly eventful and exciting decade; some great highs, a few lowly lows... At times easy, other times challenging, even scary, often quite confusing yet overall happy. I have worked in three amazing workplaces with the best workmates ever, I have completed my Masters degree, moved from a tiny dark hole into a Real Home (chaining myself into a mortgage...). I also got married, became a slave to two fluffy, sweet cats, got four amazing god kids, and 'nieces' and 'nephews', lost a loved one and travelled more than I could have ever dreamed in my twenties. I've learned a lot about the world and about the kind of person I am and want to be, and ultimately I realised how utterly gormless I was in my twenties. Hilariously, and sometimes a bit tragically gormless. 

Perhaps the new decade will be a little bit less of a rollercoaster ride and more serene than the roaring thirties. One can hope. But smite me down if I ever become dull...!!

I am a firm believer in Mark Twain's famous phrase: "Age is a mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter." [Confession: in my twenties, i.e. the wonderfully foolish 90's, I thought a TV aerobics instructor going by the name of Mr Motivator came up with that little idiom. Yes. Really.] Denial, unawareness or selective awareness, I don't care. As long as I keep accidentally ticking the 30-35 age slot in questionnaires I'm all good.