On Sunday 20th July, I will turn thirty.
Is it a gulp moment, or a woo hoo moment? Neither to be honest.
Being the youngest out of most of my friends (even if by only a few days), I’ve seen a lot of people hit the big three-oh lately and they’ve all reacted differently. Some have been mortified at the fact, and attempted to hold on to their “youth” by drinking Jägerbombs until their livers explode. Others have been beyond thrilled about surviving as long as they have and have shouted it from the (Facebook) roof tops, grinning like idiots and insisting everything is super, super, super (smug bastards). Even more still have attempted bucket lists, a commendable achievement but perhaps start a little earlier than a week before the event?
I am indifferent.
I’m not happy, I’m not sad, and I’m not scared.
Too many friends have labelled themselves failures if they haven’t achieved ‘something’ by the time they wave goodbye to their twenties. I have to call bullshit on that. If you’re going to top yourself after you’ve blown your candles out then fairy snuff, carry on and call yourself a failure. A soon to be snuffed out failure. But if you intend to go on living (even if it means having to suffer your birthday hangover), then how the hell are you a failure?
You can only fail if you stop trying. And whilst I admit I am not the sprightly, nimble teenager I once was, there’s enough life left in me to keep on trying (if someone says ‘just keep swimming’ I WILL hurt you).
If you’re going to be all prophetic about hitting a certain age then use it as a starting point, not an ending. Don’t have a bucket list of things to do before you hit thirty, have a never-ending list of things to do before you’re worm food. Or fire fuel, whatever your preference is.
So with that in mind, the 20th of July 2014 will be the kick off day for a yearlong project of mine. I can’t give you any details until next year, but trust me; you’ll know when I finish it. I might even call upon a few of you from time to time to help me complete the project. Feel free to say no if you want, but don’t get too upset when I can’t explain the full details to you.
This is a secret project after all…apart from the fact I’ve just announced it to the world…ahem.
The only odd thing about turning thirty is that it seems like an age where you can no longer be coy about what you want to do when you grow up. In my mind I’m still the same ickle Steven from primary school, just a lot taller and a hell of a lot podgier.
So what do I want to do?
I’ll let you know when I grow up.
…or in a year’s time.