Ultra 35

One and a half week to go until I turn 35. Very pleased actually. Having gone through some age anxiety and panic and I-am-getting-too-old rages during the summer, I am now very content. I like the feeling of being in the beginning of something rather than in the end. Had the same feeling when I turned 30 actually. Once I got over my life crisis, I was sooo looking forward being an early 30-something rather than a late 20-something. The 35 plus-es just seem so much cooler in a way, more mature, more stable, sexier. Look at Kylie (39), Gwyneth Paltrow (35), Kate Blanchett (38). Ok, I know I know they are top models or actors or superstars, but still!! A cool, well-kept, stylish, assured 35+ is just the ultra cool.

My only problem is that I keep meeting people in general and men in particular who are younger than me. Which sometimes makes me feel old. So, my new task is now to start looking upwards on the age-ladder rather than down. I have made one good effort this week. Went with Miss Media to the Conservative Circle City's meeting on Monday. Yes, I did. Mr Cameron was going to hold a speech and Miss Media reckoned it would be a lot of mature, handsome men, tall, in great suits, with enormous wallets. There were a lot of men there. With suits and possibly enormous wallets. And definitely mature. But that's where it ended.

Anyways, weekend is here, sun is shining and I just booked a trip to Australia for New Years. Yes, I will fall in love with a NUMBER of impossible Kangaroos and be heart-broken again. But in the mature 35+ ultra-cool way.