Yep, that’s right. Last weekend I turned 30. I was actually having a discussion with my friend, who turned 30 this weekend, where we both admitted to not quite feeling adult enough to be 30 which is crazy really seeing as we’re both married parents. But, it does sound like I’ve aged about 50 years overnight.
Despite being in lockdown so all our original plans having to be scrapped, I really did have a lovely day. I was spoilt rotten by my husband and son, my family and my amazing friends. I received a beautiful video message montage, put together by my sister, which had me laughing and crying in equal measure.
So, now what? Am I meant to feel different now that I’m 30? Well, I actually do. I feel like I’ve taken my life back in my hands. I’ve started working in my dream job. Yes it’s a training year at the moment but I am so determined to smash my way in to that role. I’ve started to take more pride in my appearance; skincare and make up mostly. With this damn lockdown finally almost over, I’m excited to get out in the world again and I want to really make the effort for that first date night, that first family weekend away. Also, we work bloody hard so why not treat ourselves now that we can.
Today has also seen the start of a new fitness journey for us. I am raising money for Cancer Research UK by pledging to walk at least 10,000 steps a day for the whole month of March and my lovely hubby Tom is joining me as we both want to feel happier and healthier, ready for a fun-filled family summer!
We’re feeling so excited for the future which is such a gorgeous feeling after the sadness and uncertainty of 2020.
Come back tomorrow for a post about all things “World Book Day”
Manic Mama M x