I was very conscious with my age when I was in my early to mid-twenties. Like any other young adult, every passing year then makes me feel literally old. At some point in my late twenties, I finally embraced the idea that age is just a number but I still fret whenever I think about turning 30.
I turned thirty a few days ago.
I am not fond of birthday celebrations so that day passed like any other regular day apart from the not so normal notifications I get on Facebook. Nothing really changed lately except maybe for my weight because once you reach the mid-twenties bench mark, your metabolism changes and you have to watch out for whatever you eat because you don’t burn those calories as fast as you used to.
It was the first time though that I made an effort to spend the day with my family. If my birthday is on weekdays, I would most likely be in the office but since this fell on a weekend and the brouhaha I have to endure with my previous nanny stressed me to levels that I should only feel when I’m at work, I deserve a freakin’ break so I said to my mom we’ll have a swimming party on my sister’s birthday. Hah, that confused you ‘no? My youngest sister was born a day before my birthday while our bunso was born 3 days after New Year and most of the time our birthdays fall on the same week. We decided to have one party for the three of us to save time, money and effort.
I tried to think of my life for the last ten years but after all the anesthesia I had when I gave birth I can’t remember exactly what I want to remember. All I can say is, the past ten years was a tough ride. There are things I haven’t experienced that normally single individuals do in their twenties. As a young professional my priorities back then was to support my family. We aren’t born affluent. I have siblings to send to school, bills to pay, and a life to live as comfortable as I could. My twenties weren’t bad, probably not as remarkable like some if we are to put it in a CV, yet it was colorful. It’s a series of achievements, failures, successes, disappointments, heartaches, love, friendship, local travels, health, work and family issues, and a baby. I can’t remember the little things like how many times I changed phones and numbers or even list down the places I visited because, hello, old age. The past years were challenging but I get by, I know, better than most and I have God to thank for that. He never gave up on me even if at one point I gave up on him.
There are things I haven’t done that I hope I’ll be able to do in my thirties even if my priorities are different now. Thirty is a new life for me. A new beginning. My young adult years made me strong, brave and mature though there are still a lot of room for improvement like losing all the fat I have now.
Must. Practice. Control.
(looks at that delicious cake, *cries in the corner)
If someone asks, I’m forever twenty-eight. Ganern.
Ola ariba, Trenta!
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