Today, on my 33rd birthday, I feel like I should write something and I kind of do know what I want to write (since I've been giving it thought for a few weeks) but I'm not exactly sure where or how to start.
A few weeks ago, as my birthday was getting closer and closer, I googled something along the lines of turning 33 or being 33 years old not really expecting to find much - so I was quite surprised when articles like this and this turned up. 33 is the new 21. 33 is the Jesus Year. Who knew? Did you? As I read through the articles and a few others, each with a grain of salt, I found myself nodding along to many points but also felt a slight...fear creeping in. Yes, yes I do feel like the best time of my life is still to come. And yes, I do feel as if I'm less naieve about how the world works than when I was younger. And yes, there are many things that I've done and accomplished that I'm proud of by this age. But on the other hand, no - I don't own my own home. And no, I haven't met the man of my dreams. And I think about switching careers all the time. And then there's the dreaded b word. Baby. Babies. Oy. I remember in my 20s hearing that fertility issues began at around age 40 but it seems that articles now quote as early as 30. THIRTY. Seriously? If that's true, then that's certainly added pressure that I don't want to really think about but can't help but to think about. Does that make sense? So what to think about turning 33.
Well, the average life expectancy in Canada for women is 84 - so I've still got a lot of living to do. Do I hope I meet the man of my dreams and, perhaps, start a family? Sure. Am I going to stress about it? Not yet. I have my health. I have a roof over my head. I'm surrounded by people that love me. I'm in the process of cultivating a life that makes me happy and and fulfilled and I, finally, finally feel like I'm truly coming into my own. Like I'm a legit adult. Do I miss the optimisim of my 20's? Sure. Do I miss the insecurity and uncertainty of my 20's? Not a bit. Do I wish I had taken more adventures in my 20's? Sure. But I'm only 33. It's never too late to start being who you want to be...and now that I have enough life experience under my belt to know who that person is - I'm excited for what the future holds. It's with that in mind that I've decided that my 33rd year is going to be about doing me, taking risks, and having adventures. So welcome 33. I'm excited for you.
And it totally doesn't hurt that over the weekend not one but two people guessed I was 25.
+photo taken at The Bean during my first visit to Chicago last week