Ok so now I’ve turned 27, I need to stop believing I’m just ‘mid-twenties’, but in fact, approaching my late twenties *hides under a blanket*. When I was 18, all shiny and new in the world of ‘real life’, I seriously thought that I would have myself sorted by now. I’d know where I was going, what I was doing, I’d be married or at least engaged, maybe even planing children. I’d have travelled the world, experienced all kinds of wild and wonderful things. I’d be able to poach an egg. WELL 18-year-old me, how wrong you were… But it’s not all bad. I’ve *almost* accepted my age, and have come up with a list of guidelines that I’ve been following to keep my transition of ageing (I can’t bring myself to say ‘nearing 30’ just yet) easier rather than harder.
- Just accept it. You’re getting older. Yeah, its shit, and you’re not doing anything you expected by this time – but screw it, it’s too late now so just get on with it! Being real with yourself on the fact you are ageing really does make a huge impact, although you need to make sure that the impact is positive. Don’t shrink into a bottle of wine, drinking and smoking away the years while writing tortured poetry about ‘The Lost Years’ (unless of course, that’s your jam). Think about what you’re doing and where you’d like to be and make a plan!
- DON’T PANIC! OK, so this is a little bit difficult because I more than anyone knows that panicking is like, the most realistic and natural response to anything and everything. But seriously, don’t do it! I am nowhere near where I thought I’d be when I was younger, and once I accepted that, everything seemed so much easier.
- Accept the good. I might not be a famous performer who can sing, dance and act, and I might not be the CEO of an amazing new, glorious smelling perfume company, but its FINE. I have a job I enjoy, I get paid a fairly decent wage, I have a nice boyfriend, a lovely little home and the cutest cat known to existence. And for me, that’s realistically what I need at this time of my life.
- Take care of yourself. Its taken me until now to understand that my body and mind cannot handle a massive drunken night out without a two-day hangover following and the upset stomach from hell. If you can’t drink as much as everyone else, that’s cool. If you need to go to bed at 8pm every night, no worries. If you enjoy nothing more than a face mask and a glass of wine, more power to you. It’s all about what makes YOU feel good, not everyone else.
- Don’t take any shit. You do you, that’s all.
- Don’t compare yourself to other people. It’s a marathon not a race. She might be engaged, he might be the CEO of his own business. Big whoop, you can drink a pint of tea AND dunk a biscuit in it without the bottom half dropping off. That to me is an achievement.
- Spend time with those who matter. They’re the people you need and love, and they love you right back – whether your 27 or 57. You don’t need those toxic people in your life, so get rid.
- Enjoy the little things. I love nothing more than doing everything in my power to make my boyfriend laugh. I love my mermaid blanket. I love Harry Potter (I even have a HP tattoo). I love eating Marmite on toast and snuggling my kitten. Find out what you love and TREAT YO’SELF!
Now, I can’t guarantee that any of this post will help, but take it from me…I felt a lot better once I realised that being ‘late’ twenties really isn’t as bad as it seems.