How are you feeling about turning 30? That is the question that has plagued my life for the past few weeks.
I remember having a mild freak out at leaving my teenage years behind, so how would I cope with the dreaded three zero?
In fact I remember being so mortified when I turned 20 that I renamed it ‘twenteen’, so I was prepared for a bumpy ride as I transitioned into my fourth decade.
Thinking about my 30th sent me into a mild panic but I tried to tell myself age is only a number - a phrase only old people use so that didn’t particularly help.
Finding extra crow’s feet whilst caking on my anti-ageing eye cream was also a tough one to take.
And whilst looking at my near 30-year-old fingers after a stint of cleaning, I was shocked at how dry and wrinkly my hands appeared all of a sudden.
Then you’ve got everyone telling you that once you hit 30 your hangovers double and you’ll never be able to lose weight again.
As I contemplated spending the next year plagued by killer hangovers and unable to shed the post birthday cake pounds, I even found myself wandering around the clothes section in M and S instead of my usual trendy Topshop trip. To make matters worse I bought a dress, a top and a skirt - all fully lined (what was happening).
Whatever next an expedition to find a Damart vest?
Probably the scariest moment of realisation that I was about to turn 30 came when I tuned into an old episode of American sitcom Friends.
It was coincidentally the one where they turn 30.
The problem was the last time I had laughed along to the episode I was in my teens and remember thinking how old the Friends gang seemed, but this time the joke was on me.
And then there’s the inappropriate questions you find yourself subjected too like, why aren’t you married and when are you having a baby? Erm - why don’t you mind your own business.
To be fair when I was little I did imagine I’d be married with two children by the age of 25 - but then you grow up, listen to Destiny’s Child Independent Woman song and realise what’s the rush.
Not wanting to sound like a whining old maid I forced myself to think about the positives - what was the real issue with turning 30?
I’d been ID’d just days before my birthday, so at least to some I looked relatively youthful,
I’d read numerous interviews in glossy magazines with ageing celebrities who confirmed they were more confident, cared less what others thought and had never felt better at 30. And I am happy to report that I’m a week into my 30th year and I’m feeling pretty good. Maybe those oldies had it right all along age really is just a number.