My 30s…

Successfully one year into my 30s. 

One of my friends asked me whether I felt older. In short, yes. I spend more mornings than not, waking up with a sore neck and shoulders, staring at the screen for more than a few hours gives me a splitting migraine, my leading hairstyle of choice is finger-combing the lot to one side, and frankly, 9 months of pregnancy followed directly by 2 years of hard lockdowns have sent my fitness goals out the window. 

However, despite my sub-par physical condition, age does come with it the perks of independence and perspective. I realise more and more that time is fleeting and that moments I didn’t even realise were important, will pass in the blink of an eye. I feel that everyday as I watch my son and brother grow up and see my parents grow old. With time, I have become more comfortable in my own skin and have learnt to listen and see more than the obvious. To treasure the good times, brave the bad and take each day as it comes for more fun, adventure and opportunities in the future.

Here’s hoping for a better, lockdown free year ahead and thank you to my family and friends for all the love and wishes 🥰🥳