Last day in my twenties

Today is my very last day as a twentysomething “girl”. I was too consumed by my newly acquired job woes to fret over it until it hit me a few minutes ago.

I’m going to be 30 tomorrow.

And I’ll no longer be in my twenties anymore. The last time I had such strong sentiments on my birthday was ten years ago, when I was about to turn 20. Back then I was bothered by the fact that I’d no longer be a teenager and that I had to leave the comfort of school life to start working. Fast forward ten years later, nothing much has changed and unfortunately, I’m still figuring out what I want to do with my life. I’m definitely older but I’m not so sure if I’ve grown any wiser.

I don’t know what’s eating me exactly. Probably the lack of achievement? I think of what I’ve done and achieved over the past ten years and I could barely come up with five items. Did I just waste ten years of my youth doing nothing? I really don’t know and I reckon this is why I feel so perturbed. Do you feel the same when you hit the big three O?

Come to think of it, it’s funny how we get all bothered and emotional at turning 30. Why not fret when we turn 25? Or 28 for that matter? So what if you turn 30? Do you feel or look any different compared to when you were 28? Ok granted, I’m quite certain I was a few kilogrammes lighter two years ago but well, you get my point. Starting from today, I’m going to try to live my life to the fullest. I’ll make sure I don’t come back ten years later and lament that I’ve wasted another ten years of my life doing nothing.

So yeah, happy 30th birthday to me! I think I should go indulge myself and celebrate! Woohoooooo!