the night before i turned 30 i was laying in bed nearly crying, thinking that the next day my life would be over, in the end my boyfreind (now my husband) said right i have had enough of this get up and get dressed, at 11.00 we went to a club i had one vodka, a quick dance and then declared that i was bored and could we go home!!!
had a fab party and then really loved my 30's they are so much better than my 20's - probably beacuse i am settled, have more disposable income can afford holidays and blow a weeks wages on a new outfit if i WANT to but the important bit is i dont HAVE to. (37 now)