Turning 30

Well I turned 30 a few years back now but I seem to be going through the experience with a number of friends and colleagues around me. Some manage to experience this fate easier than others. Clinton really enjoyed his 30th last September and partied lots with his closest friends, didn't complain or moan or worry that he no longer had a two in his title. However some people don't half make a song and dance out of it! I mean I know I'm the wrong side of 30 but big deal! I just get on with life. When I hit 30 I was young, free and single, my life was really quite different. I had a fabulous party, organised by one of my closest friends, Rebecca. I had all my family and friends around me and was really looking forward to the future. However so many twentyniners complain that they haven't reached the ultimate position they want to reach, they haven't met their match, their soul mate, haven't sorted out their career or had the family they had always dreamed of. I just look back and think what a ridiculous way of thinking to wish your life away that quickly, how sad are some people, my 30th birthday now seems to be a huge turning point for me, everything changed when I reached 30th. I met Clinton, got married and had my first beautiful child. Yes my career slowed down a little but still the rest of my life started falling into place. So if you are worried about turning 30, just give yourself a slap and be grateful you have so much to look forward to!

Onto the reason for this rant of being 30! I went to a great 30th last weekend for Sally. A bright and glam friend of mine, who threw a wonderful bash in a fab manor house in Dulwich. She went the whole hog, and why not! pink balloons, party bags, hand made party cakes, candy floss machine and a huge projector and screen playing old movies whilst Jonathan the DJ played his tunes and we all boggied on down till the early hours. The beauty of being sober is that I can remember the entire evening and got to talk to lots of interesting people. Had great chats with Cathy, Jeff and Julie and long discussions on South Africa, state of the property market, careers and politics with Anton. I was even insulted by a city boy who found it fascinating that I could dance and smile with my disability! I assume he was implying my pregnancy as I wasn't wearing my MBT's at the time and didn't feel I looked at all disabled! Hey ho. I did manage to refrain from showing him the negative side of hormone levels, made a comment on his delightful tie and suit combinations and continued to shake my funky stuff with a few of my saner friends.!

I still managed to get home to put Clinton to bed at 2am, as he had fallen asleep infront of the TV once again!