When I think back to me at 19, say, working long hours in London, or at 25, studying like mad in Adelaide, or even at 27, finding my feet in Sydney, I wonder how I managed. For the most part I think I had no idea what I was doing. I mean, I had hopes, some direction - I made bold and brave decisions, and I'm actually quite proud of how I navigated the whole mess of being a Young and Romantic and Not Very Confident Woman in the World. It isn't that I'd change anything, but I just feel like I sleepwalked through it all.
At 35, I feel like a different person. Something about maturity, certainty and happiness that just opens the world right up. I used to make myself smaller. I spent my days dreaming of wonderful things but never thinking I could do them. I broke myself into parts, trying to please people but not quite feeling whole.
I'll be 36 in a few months. I am so glad to be done with all that.