Happy Birthday to me! I am officially 30 and let’s take a moment of silence to mourn that decade long hangover I now call my twenties. I’m still unmarried, childless, I have no mortgage. I’m five years away from freezing my eggs and ten away from adopting a child. That’s my life update for the moment. I haven’t been in a serious relationship for five or six years. My father called to wish me a ‘happy birthday’ and told me that I am officially an adult, which is his way of kindly saying, “get your shit together.”
It’s a little funny because, everything that I have now or anything on it’s way, I knew would happen the moment I removed myself from the environment that was no longer working for me. The thing is though, London was always my comfort zone and sadly, living in your comfort zone leaves little room for improvement. I met with the organiser for TEDx here in Zagreb last week and he asked, “You’re a queen of change. Do you even fear it anymore?” I said no.
I constantly want to be learning new ways of improving how to live better, healthier and wiser. And most importantly, letting go of what no longer serves me because I most likely longer serve it too.