I looked great on my 30th birthday. I wore a black bandage dress with killer red shoes and matching lipstick. I started the day having breakfast with my husband at a 5 star hotel and danced the night away at a burlesque club with my best friends.
But I wasn’t happy.
All I really wanted for my birthday was a baby. By that time we had been trying to conceive for 15 months and it consumed my every thought.
Now, as I turn 34, I am a proud mum of two and I am truly content.
Content is a word my 20s self would have hated. Content was boring, placid, unambitious. I spent my time exploring, travelling the world to 50 countries. I worked on a cruise ship, lived in New York, hitchiked to Morocco and travelled solo in South America. I got sent to Uganda and Malawi on journalism assignments, went on a reality TV show and almost got a job in MI6!
I loved all those experiences and they have shaped who I am today. But content is good too. Content is about noticing the little things, being thankful for what you’ve got and living in the now.
My days may not be punctuated by posh breakfasts, international travel or all night dancing any more. But they are filled with so much more.
That’s not to say I don’t still have goals. The last 5 years of baby making has have been a long and difficult journey and my 34th birthday marks the end of it. Now I am entering a new phase. A new, exciting phase where I can raise my family, create the work/life balance I crave and fuel my creativity.
This is just the start…