ten reasons to take to thirty
After traipsing through a dreary Netflix selection one evening, knowing my selection would be an effortless re-re-re watch of another Friends episode , I settled solo on my sofa. I decided on ‘the one where' Rachel turns thirty. My nearing thirty-year-old mind hurled itself back to a time when turning thirty had never entered it when the age of the Friends cast didn’t matter. Instead, my innocent and limited ten-year-old brain was only concerned with whether enough free credit was left on my Nokia to text into the music channels. I wasn’t preoccupied with age, significantly not those twenty years ahead of me. Age was just a number. And I heard that phrase a lot - uttered by adults through cigarette smoke and coffee steam - but it never occurred to me why anyone would need to state something so obvious. As life tends to when we get older, the last twenty years have whizzed by quicker than the obligatory clap between ‘ life was gonna be this waaaay’ and ‘your jobs a joke,