Reflections on getting older
I turned 29 on Sunday. Coincidentally it was Mother’s Day this year. I made sure I was home for the celebrations, having arrived back from Seoul on Saturday.
I feel incredibly lucky to be back to celebrate with my loved ones. It started with homemade kaya in the morning, a wonderful lunch at The Lobsterman (coincidentally the bill had 512 in it!), and a dinner that consisted of a couple of homemade pizzas. Sara is becoming a great chef.
It didn’t quite hit me that this is my last of the twenties. This time next year I would have embarked on my thirties. I’ll think about that next year, but in the meantime, there are 365 days to be wonderful and amazing, right?
Yesterday, Monday, I took some time to myself. I spent a significant amount of time in the gym. Followed by a great long swim to clear my mind. And a trip to the sauna. All in, using the facilities at the club to the fullest. It was invigorating to be able to do all that.
Today I awoke at about 5.15am almost naturally. That says a lot. I might continue with a vigorous exercise regiment, without the need for excuses like “I have no time”. I might not. Who knows. All in, I’m reminded by the bit of propaganda: pain is weakness leaving the body.
But the remaining days till my thirtieth, I expect to be achieving the goals I set out for myself. They are tall orders some of them, but I think I’ve made relatively good progress in my twenties to achieve them. As humans we always set milestones, and like a politician, I’ve generally set 5-year marathons.
Here’s to a great year ahead!
