Breakfast and Tiffany

I was feeling a little sad about another birthday a few days ago when a wise young lady asked me my age. Now you may laugh that I was freaking out about turning 25 but I am telling you, when you were 16, 25 was the age of someone responsible and grown up. Life sorted, clearly on track to have the big three in the bag by the big 3-0 (career, marriage, family). Right?

Turns out 'adults' are pretty great actors or my life could be likened to a Cold Rock ice-cream (one of the ones with smarties). I am hoping it's a bit of both. Either way though, it was pointed out to me that it is a little self-indulgent to pity ourselves for growing old. How true. My new found friend put it this way... when you're 35 will you look back and go 'shit I was old when I was 25'. Almost certainly not, infact you will most likely yearn to be 'young and 25' again! Remember being told to enjoy school, that it is a great time in your life? Boy how I scoffed all those years ago! It is all perspective and learning to live the here and now.

While I wallowed in self pity over another birthday, there are many who don't get that oppourtunity. Growing old is a privilege denied to many, one that I am grateful for. There are many ridiculous ways to bask in self-indulgence (little mint green boxes?) but I have realised feeling sad and sorry for myself about another birthday shouldn't be one of them!

J x