I recently turned 30 and while I feel absolutely no different to a year or two ago, occasionally I have these little moments of recognition that time is indeed passing.
I was chatting with a colleague this week about a fashion event we are both working on. I said how young the models in one of the shows seem (they are all 16+). She replied “my Mum reckons you know you’re old when police officers start to seem really young”. Interesting theory.
A few months ago I was in the change rooms at the local rec centre and it suddenly dawned on me that I was old. Why? Because I changed out of my work clothes and into my gym gear without contorting myself into complicated positions in the name of modesty. I was suddenly one of those weird liberated changing room ladies I’d glared at as a young teen, my arm stuck awkwardly inside my Bonds crop top. The realisation that no one cares or is bothering to look at your de-robed limbs in the harsh changing room light is oddly freeing.
The ultimate ‘oh I guess we are old now’ feeling dawns when people around you start having babies on purpose. As a 30-year-old who only just stopped fearing teen pregnancy, I assume most people around me are also childfree only to suddenly learn they managed to get to work on time having wrangled two small people into clothes as well as themselves. Bravo! I struggle to get my own pants on.
Are you old? How do you know?!
My Bloggable Day 
I’m 34. I know it because I woke up to realize in 6 years, I’ll be 40.
Better start planning a party!
Waking up to realise I had kids, a mortgage and a station wagon, and had a wtf talking heads ‘how did I get here’ moment.
Sounds like it takes our brains a little longer to catch up with reality!
I am currently 29, one Sunday morning I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that it was 9:30 am on a weekend, I was neither tired nor hungover, I had a face mask on and was holding a bottle of glass cleaning spray and a cloth and – the worst part – I did not even wish I had gone out the night before.
Haha! A clean house and a clean face! Beats being hungover any day.
This is spot on. I feel like I am so young still until I see the contestants on reality shows or professional athlete’s ages.
Yessss! The Bachelor contestants are all about 22! And they all complain about how they’ve been unlucky in love for sooooo long!
You are too funny, Bec!! Also just read your proposal story and loved it!
I know i’m old because I once asked for a Tequilla Slammer and the young Barman asked “Whats that?”
I have a few others up my sleeve but I don’t like to dwell so early in the afternoon 🙂
Omg do the kids not drink Tequila Slammers anymore?! With the salt and the lime and the fun and the blackouts? So sad.