Twenty-eight.

A couple of years ago I read an article about a study that asked a number of people at what age they felt the happiest in their lives. The age when things had fallen into place and they were feeling contented. They averaged the responses and the golden age was 28.

And while I know I shouldn't put too much stock in studies I read about in Cosmo (although I'm sure I also read about it somewhere much more reputable), this one kind of stuck with me.

I've just finished reading the book my mother gave me for my birthday. It was all about taking control of your finances and 'living thin', but it also talked about something called the 'Saturn Return'. Apparently, it takes about 29.5 years from the date of your birth for Saturn to circle the sun, and when it finally swings around it brings all sorts of good astrological ju-ju into your life. Basically, it is a period of great transition. Why is this relevant? Well I guess it just lends a little bit more weight to the idea that those later years in your twenties are rather important. That good things, supposedly, will happen. 

Having just turned 28 a little over a week ago, I feel like something is happening. Something I didn't expect.

Someone recently asked me how old I was and for the first time ever, I felt uncomfortable answering honestly. "27" was always an age I could throw out flippantly with a flirtatious old-enough-to-know-better smile, but 28?

All of a sudden I feel like I should perhaps be more of an adult. And that my actions might, you know, have consequences. Suddenly, I'm thinking about mortgages, career directions and contributions to my super fund. None of which I've seriously considered before. And I'm thinking about relationships.

I know, I know – I'm always thinking about relationships. But it's starting to feel different.

I gotta say though, a week in and 28 doesn't particularly feel like my magical age of contentment. It feels more like its going to be a year of bloody hard work. A fortnight spent traveling with my family has lead to some forced sobriety and lots of contemplation. This holiday I finally read a book that was recommended to me many moons ago, and this book feels important. For the first time in a long time, I read a book that lead me to ponder not only the world, but my own world. And it will be interesting to see how that develops.

So what will 28 be about? Well, I'm going to start by working towards the two things that came to mind when someone asked me what would make me happy. These were – making things (crafting and writing) and being active. These may not sound like much, but when I return to the real world, they will no doubt prove to be very hard work.

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