thoughtful
yumseta said in his last post reminded me of something that I have been trying to push to the back of my mind.And that is the fact that in just over 6 months, I will be 30 years old... and entering my 4th decade of life on this earth.
That may not seem as something very impressive to most of you, but it's quite a big step for me.
It's not the fact that I'm getting older, because I still believe that I'm quite young...
ukcamgirl, shut it! <g> ... but more to the fact that I'll be thirty-something, rather than twenty-something.When I moved back to Slough in 1993, I was 20 years old... but I still hadn't grown up. But I grew up very shortly afterwards, when I entered the "real world", and realised that everything that happened to me was directly or indirectly as a result of my own actions.
But now that I approach the 8-year anniversary of working for Yell, I've met Caroline and we're now married, and we have a home of our own, as well as responsibilities and commitments.
In a recent post,
gdj asked the question, When was the first moment that you realized that you were an adult?... I answered that it was probably when I was 22, as I mentioned above about the time I "grew" up. However, having thought about it more, I became an adult shortly after I met Caroline and I realised that my life suddenly had meaning. (Please, I hope that no-one takes offence at that.)So I suppose the thing that worries me the most about my forthcoming birthday, is that it is the first major age milestone since my entry into adulthood... and I ask myself what on earth I've done with my life.
Don't worry, this isn't a bout of depression... this is just me emptying my head, as usual :-)
