30 rocks

19 May

Right, so I am literally hours away from turning 30. And honestly, I can’t wait. A recent survey (as in me asking my female friends and my mum) confirmed that the best years for a woman are between 30 and 40. So bring it on baby!

Naturally when one approaches the end of a decade, one tends to look back with a bit of a sentimental and teary eye in an attempt to make sense of it all. When I look back at my twenties I can not believe how much has happened: I have lived in Germany, the USA and the UK; I got myself two university degrees; I went from working part-time as a journalist to running a film production company; I won an award; I had my moments of (almost) fame on German national TV; I jumped out of an airplane;  ran three half-marathons; got offered ecstasy by a professional footballer (and declined); I bought a house; I fell in love for the right reasons; I fell in love for the wrong reasons; I had my heart broken (don’t think I broke any…); helped my brother through a divorce; became an aunt twice; learnt how to pull a perfect pint of Guinness and overcame my fear of olives.

But none of this would have happened or mattered if it hadn’t been for the people who were with me on that journey. Family, colleagues and total strangers who then became dear friends. Whenever I have had a chance to take a look around, I found myself surrounded by the most amazing people and I feel utterly blessed and grateful to have them in my life.

At work I have met people who saw potential in me and threw me into the deep end. And who put me back into my place when I thought I was god’s gift to TV production.

My friends, as you might know by now, were there when it mattered and when it was just good old fun.

As for my family, they can be the biggest cause of frustration – but they are also the biggest safety blanket in the world. And ladies, we might just as well accept the fact that no matter how hard we try, we always end up like our mothers!

I really have no idea what the next 10 years will hold in store for me, but I can’t wait to find out.

Bring on fab 3.0


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: