To Ageing, Short Skirts and High Heels

So I turned twenty-nine this week. I’ve been waiting for all those feelings I’ve been told about. The fear of ageing or whatever it is. Or maybe feeling broody. But nothing. So I figure…

Growing up is one of those things that we don’t notice when it’s happening but when it’s run it’s course and you sit back and think, “what was I thinking at twenty”.

I’m glad my early twenties are gone. I partied. I wore clothes that were too short or too tight, or both. I’ve woken up in homes of people I met the night before at some party or a club or somewhere. Left home on Friday came back Monday. Those were the days.

My late twenties brought on a new me with a streak of the old one. I became more discriminating of who I spend my time, where I hang out and how I spent my time. But my twenties have left me with priceless memories. Not all good, some really painful, but memories I can own.

I’ve had love, laughter, joy. What more can a girl ask for?

I do have regrets. Mostly around doing stuff I should have done and didn’t do. People I let in my life who hurt me, I forgave them, and they hurt me again in the exact same way. I’ll regret letting them in but I’m also thankful to them for the valuable life lessons. I now know that no everyone who poses as your friend is.

But you learn as you live. What has not killed me has only made me stronger, and cheekier. I will always meet the devil on his turf in my heels and my hair did. I will not go down without a fight. And if it’s my last breath you are after you are going to wait for a long time, because I am here to stay. I have staked my ground and sharpened my claws. If I do go down, I’ll be looking good while I sink and even better when I hit the bottom of that pit.

And well sometimes a little pain makes the journey worthwhile and you get to enjoy the great moments and the wonderful crazies more.

To people who have made my journey to this point worthwhile. You have been the flowers on the side of this rocky, gravel road. I look ahead to the road of my last year of being twenty-something excited to see what kind of woman my experiences in my thirties will make me.

Life has been good and I thank God for filling my life with so many blessings, even though he could have warned me of the baddies beforehand. But I’m grateful. So I raise my glass to ageing, short skirts and high heels. Goodness, being young has been exhausting!