I'm no spring butterfly but i'm still relatively young to mess up sometimes. But then I think 'well, not really. You should learn from mess ups'
30s are the time when things that bothered you in your twenties have no effect now. Such as a mate wearing your top then messing it up. So what? She's a good mate and she'll still be my friend while I've grown out of the top.
Irrelevance suddenly becomes your life mantra. You look at the house, the car. But young enough to have toys. My motorbike, my PS3, my Blackberry, etc.
Twenties are all about the fact one day you'll marry and have kids. I'm too selfish for children. I like being an auntie. I've 10 nephews and one niece. Ages from 3 to 16. Through summer I spent a lot of time with the 9 and 12 year old nephews. Loved it. But loved handing them back too. I can never be a mother. I'm just not the mum type.
I guess personal stuff has made me view life differently. The saying 'grab life with both hands' truly applies to me. And i'm grateful to have that privilege.
Then there's -taboo word- sex. 20s even if you're Cheryl Cole do not feel 100% confident in the bedroom as you're still getting to know your own body. Now, I'm fully confident and love my body. I'm lucky to have my body, and share it with my man. He's not arguing!
I've grown more in the space of sleep than I realise.
Now the question is 'Is it age or wisdom?'
The answer? With age comes wisdom. Simples.