I’m going to be THIRTY next Saturday. I remember when 30 seemed impossibly old, grown-ups were 30 … it was practically middle aged.
Today we took the Small Person to an audition for the National Youth Ballet, sat in the waiting area it seemed only a few weeks ago that it was me doing the auditioning. Almost ten years on I’m one of those ballet mothers, more nervous for my daughter than I ever was for myself, wondering if I’m doing the right thing by letting her dance, and knowing that if she wants to do it I wouldn’t be able to stop her anyway.
I’m with Molly on the issue that time seems to be speeding up, however while 10 years seemed to have been compressed into 10 minutes as I sat in that waiting room today, when I look back it’s been one hell of a journey from there to here and I wouldn’t change any of it … even the really dodgy bits! It’s all part of who I am and what I do. It’s taken me nearly 30 years to be able to honestly say that I’m happy, to be at a point where I can look forward to the next day, month, year or ten … so I’m not too bothered about turning 30. I think it’s fairly unlikely that Saturday will see me becoming a “grown-up” though, that would probably involve the wearing of proper shoes and going to bed early, wouldn’t it?