What comes next?

Apparently when you turn 30 your private life is an open book to everyone.

Questions like, do you want to get married? Do you want to have kids? Is your inner clock ticking?

What the hell do I know!

Stop asking me!

Seriously, I don’t know, and why should I know the answers to these questions?

When did it become ok to ask someone these questions?

When did my life, my private life, become a topic of conversation? A conversation I didn’t start.

I don’t mind having those conversations but it has to be on my terms and when I want to talk about it, and honestly, I should be having those intimate conversations with people/person I want to have them with.

I didn’t realise that when you turn 30 that you need to be thinking about these things. Why? Who says that everyone must follow a Cinderella, Mills and Boons, Disney life? I certainly don’t go to magical balls, fall in love with rich businessmen or live with 7 dwarfs.  

I don’t know what comes next but I don’t want to know.

If it was all planned, nothing would be a surprise, I wouldn’t be in the position I am in today, and I wouldn’t be so happy that I catch myself smiling in the mirror.

Because if I did plan it would be a very boring and safe life… and I like pushing the boundaries; just a little bit each year as I blow out another candle.