Today, I'm officially in my mid-thirties. When I was around twenty, I thought the ideal age to be was somewhere in my mid-thirties. There would be no exams, no boyfriend problems, life would be in order. Well, I'm finally there. Or should I say, here.
I know forty is just around the corner and I'm pretty sure that I'll not be as happy when that birthday creeps up but today is all good. I am happy with the life I have and I think the only regret I have so far is that I didn't start doing the whole baby thing when I was twenty eight.
The whole disparity between chronological age and how old I actually feel is really starting to be apparent. In my mind, I think I still see myself as twenty eight. Hopefully it doesn't mean that I have somehow been stagnant for the past seven years.
So of course, this is a very significant day for some other people in the world. In fact, I'm very distracted as I type this - the fairytale wedding is on TV. With all the hype around the Royal Wedding, I couldn't help thinking of the vast difference between what Kate Middleton and I would be thinking on the night of the 28th April.
For her, its probably along the lines of "Woohoo! Me! Princess!"
For me, "ME! Mid-Thirties!!!!".
Anyway, I need to go plonk myself down in front of the TV. I haven't paid much attention to this wedding previously but the coverage is doing a good job at sucking me into the whole fairytale mood. Real life princes and princesses......