I had a bit of a wobble around the time I turned 30.
I was single, living in Maida Vale and going out too much.
I remember feeling overwhelmed by life.
I did not know who I was, nor who I wanted to be.
I had completely lost my way.
I had taken a year out in Australia to ‘find myself’ a few years before and returned home saying ‘I choose life’.
Within a year, I had picked up my old life pretty much where I had left off.
Everything was tied up in my job. Friendships, relationships, social life.
I was right back where I had started.
So, I put the wine glass down and decided it was time to grow up.
I quit the job that was making me utterly miserable, moved out of the flat that I hated and I moved in with my sister.
Within a few weeks, I met the Greek God(zilla) and together we embarked on the most grown-up journey of all.
We became parents, got married and were soon to be the proud owners of a VW Golf and a 20-year joint mortgage.
As I hurtle towards the big 4-0, I have been thinking back to how I started this decade and how much has changed.
I have a job that is a job, which I work hard at and enjoy, but my whole life is not tied up in it and has never been.
Weekends are no longer a time for sleeping in, watching E4 in bed and spending an hour straightening my hair; but are for family time, playdates, trips to the park and endless kids birthday parties.
The washing machine is always on.
I have Toy Story stickers on my Mulberry handbag and in my hair.
I start to panic if I do not know where the big red Lightening McQueen car is at ALL times.
I feel totally exhausted most of the time.
But, I would not want it any other way.
It has taken almost a decade, but I am finally starting to feel like the grown-up person that stares back at me in the bathroom mirror.
It is surprisingly the most calm and peaceful place I have ever been.
Image credit: the photo above was taken by a very talented photographer called Brock Elbank, who has only known me as a grown-up. His wife, however, could tell you all sorts of stories…Google+