A woman in her 30s

A woman in her 30s, that’s what I am now.

And actually, I do feel my age. It took a while to come to terms with, but I no longer wish to be still in my 20s. I had a slight crisis when I was 29, fearing the new decade, but I’m glad I managed to get over it and now embrace it.

I feel more settled in my head, more mature, more confident in what I think and feel and what I believe is right and wrong. I’ve learnt how to handle conflict and to express myself.

I’ve grown a thicker skin. I’ve learnt not to take everything too personally. To brush things off that upset or annoy me. To remember what’s important and focus my energy on the positive. To choose kindness and empathy over pettiness and spite.

I see my flaws, my insecurities, my fears and weaknesses. I can acknowledge them and am no longer intimidated by them.

I care less about my looks. I (most of the time) wear sensible shoes and dress for comfort rather than fashion.

My younger self was a lot more selfish, shallow, obnoxious and ignorant than who I am now. I used to feel embarrassed and ashamed of this but now I accept it. I was who I was. I was young and foolish. Maybe I still am. Maybe I’ll look back in ten years time and think the same.