I was asked a couple of days ago (in a semi joking way!!) whether I was having a mid-life crisis, as I recently got married and then left my job. I also turn 30 tomorrow which is somewhat surprising as according to one of my old school teachers no-one was sure that I would get this far.
Then I realised that if I am indeed having a mid-life crisis, that would mean that I am halfway through my life, which means that I won’t even reach the new retirement age (cheers for that Gordon, btw).
And that is a somewhat bleak thought, as I’m quite enjoying proving my old teachers wrong.
Still, I don’t think I am having a crisis.
But then, would I really know? Apparently, as you get older things start to slow down, but I’ve also heard that life begins at 30. And at 40. And that it definitely begins at 50. And if you ask my Mum (Mama Rowe is a font of philosophical altruisms), it begins when you get up in the morning (early!!) and doesn’t stop till you fall back to sleep at night.
I wonder if turning 30 will hurt…?
I’ll let you know – I’m sure the day after will!!
