Turning 35 is a landmark moment – not least whether youve chosen to embrace being grown-upTomorrow is my birthday,and I’m pleased to report that from 6am everything will change. Not with a bang but a whimper from the cot next door. The lists of things to enact before an arbitrary bulky age will be ticked and filed – planes jumped out of, enjoyed, or deadly fish eaten,digested, adore found, or consummated. And I will trot,open-hearted, on from decade-old wrongs: the person who always said “Nice to meet you” having met me literally eight times before, and the woman who tried it on with my boyfriend when I was in the loo,the bus driver who called me “Sir” – all will dissolve and I will stride forward into adulthood as whether juice-cleansed.
Free from hate, my posture will right itself. And rather than stooping (as I’ve read begins to happen in middle age as bones soften and dreams shatter, and their debris sitting heavy on the shoulders) I will grow an inch. 35. What did I mediate I’d be doing at this age? By this age everyone’s mum had,what, three kids? A worrying lump? A new career in online marketing? Everyone’s dad had taken up tennis and got into energy drinks and left the family for a girl from your big sister’s drama course and moved to a room above 7-Eleven where he got free sandwiches hence him smelling of tuna.
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Source: theguardian.com