Age is just a number,” says the well-worn adage. But is it a number you care about, or one you tend (or try) to ignore?
Over the years I’ve had very mixed feeling about this. When I was younger the number was very significant, it was a right of passage, a goal in order to reach certain achievements/ experiences. However, once you reach your early twenties and you’ve got over the initial ” I’m 21 and can do anything now I’m an adult” then age doesn’t seem as important until you reach thirty. When as a women turning thirty scares the crap out of me. I”m suppose to officially be all settled down and organised”. I’m suppose to now what I want from life and at least be prepared for it. Oh yeah right, I’m not ready I’m still finalising my mortgage, I work in an ok job but I’m still not worked out all the bits to finally start trying for a family. Which according to the NHS I have to start thinking about because my fertility is all down hill from here. Yay!
So I believe it’s the big numbers that people care about and it signifies the next stage that socially we should adhere to, but it’s the experiences and memories that truly matter that accompany those numbers that make it so important.