It was bound to happen one day. After all the grief I have dished out over the years, there was bound to come a time when I too ‘changed’.

It seems that in my reflection of life as I approach 30, my attitude to living has changed. No longer is it about being out all weekend, every weekend. No longer is it about saying yes to every invitation and spreading my time thin amongst too many commitments. No longer is it a life of party and excess.

I am now looking for a better quality of life. Time spent doing things for myself more, and taking time for me to enjoy my life. Still full of fun and adventure. But of a far different type.

I am aware that this is in contrast to how I lived the majority of the “noughties”. I think being single for all that time meant that I was able to just cruise around, in my wolf pack of one. Non-committal and nonchalant.

Having never been in a long term relationship, I couldn’t relate to what my friends were going through when they met their new girlfriends. I didn’t know what it felt like to be falling in love. I had many crushes and went on dates with loads of beautiful women. But none of them worked out. I think a lot of that was because I wasn’t ready to settle down. I was still content doing my own thing. 

And perhaps, much like many intolerances, my attitude was born out of ignorance. 

I am glad that with age has come a new found sense of maturity. I am now much more focused on my own self, good energy both within and around me. And the pursuit of love and happiness. And peace in the knowledge of how it feels to love and be loved.

I am also now aware that change is not a bad thing at all.