On getting older and not being miserable about it.

This year was the first year ever I haven’t had the pre-birthday misery and craziness I’ve grown accustomed to. I’ve been on a sort of happy streak for months and months now, ( I think a lot of this is down to getting a certain person out of my system ) and suddenly nothing is as bad as it once was.

Anyway, my point is. Being in my thirties is actually awesome and definitely not worth the time dreading it that I devoted being 29 to. I like being able to fuck around on my own terms and being a little bit wiser than before. I like knowing myself better and having actually accomplished some of the shit I one day hoped I would. I love having less friends but better relationships with all of them, I love that I love punk rock more than ever and it looks set to stay this way for life, and mostly I like that now I can recognise a bad day as a bad day and not the start to some miserable pattern.

This isn’t so much supposed to be a giant pat on the back to me for surviving the first year of my thirties as it is meant for any of you who find yourselves in a similar boat to me in your late twenties. Like Coupland (the wisest man I’ve ever encountered) said, your twenties are like a car wreck…

Anyhow, enough self indulgent bullshit from me, you know how anniversaries make me.

I just like that I got to watch Jaws with my nearest and dearest in the end. Oh, and that Jess made Jawbreaker cupcakes. Oh, and that I got the worlds most awesome email.

jawbreaker cupcakes.

Posted by Kim

Books and bands and movies and TV and booze, mostly.

One Reply to “On getting older and not being miserable about it.”

  1. those cupcakes are amazing

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