I am petrified of turning thirty years old this year. I mean the big 3-0! Where did time go?
A person said to me the other day "you better start thinking of settling down Ky. Tick-tock and all. Do you want children? Marriage?" This remark I have to admit completely flawed me.
The honest truth is all I really want at this point in my life is really cool shoes and a equally awesome career. I really hope there is nothing wrong with that. I just don't feel ready for anything else just yet regardless of what birthday I am approaching.
My developmental path as a person has been a whirlwind to say the least. I developed an eating disorder at the age of 14 and it took me ten years of recovery, replase, confusion, misguided treatment, a lawsuit, and then finally a great counsellor and a hell of alot of persistence and hard work until I finally recovered and was 'free' at 24. I then went to university and then a few years later...here I am now.
I need some time to breathe.
I always feel like I am running to catch up on things but not sure of what I am trying to catch up on. Maybe other people's expectations and not my own?
Well screw that. This is MY life.