What a difference a decade makes : I feel so text book but I am, like everyone said, absolutely loving my thirties. Obviously, the rubbish parts are there, I can't eat what I want, just a glance at bread and I bloat, I have to try really, really hard to maintain my size, I wish I was thinner but I'm a woman not a girl, the thigh gap has long gone and been replaced with a triple chin. I drink to relax not drink to get drunk... Three day hangovers are real and they are evil 😈
30's are fab, it's probably the mindset that makes life now so much more enjoyable.
My time is precious, I spend it with those I love and care about, I'm polite when I have to be but my respect & time has to earned.
I can run a household, quite easily and function as an adult, I cry less which I thought would never happen, I can cook, properly cook, I'm organised, I have messy days but mostly my shit is together. I write emails of complaint more regularly then I'd like to admit.
I've slowly worked my way up in my job and I love it, I have the perfect work/life balance, I have a few amazing friends who I don't see nearly enough but when I do it's like we were never apart, I print my photos and put them in albums, I have a good credit score, my mum still annoys me but she won't be around forever so I snap at her less, I'm a little bit selfish, I'm honest with myself and can hold my hands up when I'm wrong.
I'm raising children and I must be doing alright, J is 11 and he, under the tweeniness is a charming gentleman just as I hoped.
But mostly, I am strong and I can't wait to see what else the 30s have for me, hopefully a family holiday & a few tattoo sessions... or better still, sleep!