Getting Old

So it's my birthday next week. I'll be 28.
I'm growing ever closer to the big 3-0, which seems like a scary prospect. It seems all too grown up!

I'm not a young 27, not my any means, I have a wise head on my shoulders. I have been there, done that and got the T-Shirt so to speak.

I have experienced highs like meeting my partner, Drew and the birth of my four beautiful children. I have however also suffered some serious lows. The deaths of close family and friends, miscarriage, still birth and, well I'll refer you to a previous post Damaged Goods which explains lots.

I have lived and worked in Dublin, Ireland, London, and now Norwich.

There are so very many things that I would like to achieve in my life and for my children.

You always dream what you would have accomplished by the time you reach the grand 'old' age of 30. I now have 2 years to complete these dreams, and if I'm being completely realistic, I know they are not going to happen.

So maybe it's time to reflect and take stock of what I have and what I can achieve by my 30th, while I still have the time. Maybe then, the prospect of this momentous birthday won't seem so frightening.

I want to lose all of the baby weight once and for all. I am done with having my children now that Drew has put an end to his baby producing days. I also want to get married. I don't want to be a fat, unmarried, 30year old mother of 4. It doesn't read right.

So there you have it, my 2 goals to be achieved in 2 years. Wish me luck people, I'm gonna need it.