Ah 30. One of life’s great milestones.
An age by which you’re suddenly expected to have it all. A career, kids, a better half, and a property in the ‘burbs.
Loudly, I laugh in the face of these outdated expectations.
Except, maybe it’s more of a snigger. Because when I stop to look around – or at least at my class of 2006 – HOLY MOLY, nearly every single one of them has seemingly got their s**t together.
If decades worth of Facebook stalking has showed me anything, it’s that almost all of my former peers have at least one box ticked. Hell, I may be the only one not to have birthed a bub or said 'I do' in the 15 years since high school.
Psst! How are women having sex? The juiciest results from the Mamamia Sex Survey. Post continues after video.
But even though I may still be utterly single and living with housemates, there is one major, h-u-g-e-l-y important part of my life that I am on top of. Literally.
And that is sex.
Forget the birds and the bees and my dying eggs (cheers Mum for reminding me of that each year), I am talking about the best, earth-shattering, all-encompassing, it’s-only-taken-me-22-years-to-get-to-this-point sex.
You see, since turning the “dreaded” three-zero, I’ve reached a new sexual peak that I didn’t even know existed.
Perhaps it’s the astonishing level of confidence that comes with being 30. I no longer care about what people think and I’m not trying to be anyone I’m not. This is me, and I love it.