Why is everyone more concerned about the fact I am going to turn
30 in 6 months than I am? Conventionally, one is meant to achieve certain ‘milestones’
by the time they reach 30 years i.e. climb up the career ladder, buy a house,
get married, start to think about/have children. But was this not more relevant
when there were more traditional set-up and our life expectancy was shorter? A
women’s biology has not changed in the same time, and I am conscious that every
month my eggs are ever-depleting but should that push me to make rash and
forced choices about my life? Can one small eventuality dictate all other
aspects of my life?
I am happily still living with my parents, seeing my boyfriend
when I can. I have a lot of freedom thanks to this arrangement and able to save
in the process – surely that is a perfect situation? Should I change that
situation and move out of home and be in unnecessary debt just so I am able to
say I have completed part of the social checklist before I enter my thirties? I
know I am going to eventually move out, get married and have children but I
will do it in my own time, not because I reach a certain age. Why should we be
governed by something as arbitrary as age? Should I not be governed by my sense
of happiness and personal fulfilment? That would be a much clearer indicator as
to when I am ready to change a facet of my life, not my date of birth.
I don’t look my age, I don’t act my age, so why should I ‘be’ my
age. If you have apprehensions about entering your thirties, fine, but don’t transfer
them on to me!
I’m following Mark Twain’s sentiments:
Age is
an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.
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