I don’t usually write about things like this on my blog but it’s a momentous year for me. I turned 35 yesterday (which in some cases people say is middle-aged). Most of me is very excited and the remaining part of me is manic, as I try to get my head around my mini mid-life crisis. When you turn 30, you are so excited to get your 20’s out of the way because you know that everything about your life is about to change. Then 5 years later you think, “what the hell just happened?”. Turning 35 is like a check point, where your mind goes reverse and you start rifling through that “list” you made when you were 25 of all the things you wanted to do and see, where you’d hoped to be in life and with your career, love, marriage and kids etc etc etc and check check check.

I have to be honest. I woke up not wanting to be 35. I wanted to stay 34 forever or at least just get me through these next 5 years and straight to 40 “for the best years of my life”. Some of you reading this are probably not understanding, but wait until you get to 35 and when you do, you’ll think of me - It will hit you like a tonne of bricks. Even though I am truly and honestly the happiest I’ve ever been, I woke up this morning in shock and a little dazed and confused - Oh crap there is really no turning back from adulthood.

I laugh, it reminds me of a Sex and the City episode where the girls are filling out a singles survey for Carrie. They continue to check off the 25 - 34 box while Carrie was reminded by Charlotte that she was turning 35 next week. “Welcome to my box”, Samantha said with a wink.

Not only am I in the next age bracket but where does the time go? Is it just me but when you are a teenager there is nothing you want more than to be older. When you become older, all you want is to find some more “time”. I’m still in denial, I think I can find some “time” hiding underneath a rock or perhaps in the places where the lost socks go. If any of you happen to find some more “time” just laying around, can you please pass some along my way? I will barter with shoes.

It took me about a half day to get over my mini mid-life crisis mode and I realized, life isn’t so bad. I have to accept that fact that my body is not what it use to be and that I might be experiencing peri-menopause shortly. But I am in the best place right now, surrounded by the best people. So here’s to being 35. Growing old is a mandatory process and there is no point in trying to resist the changes.

“The great thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all the other ages you’ve been. “ ~ Madeleine L’Engle

Sunny Shum, Footwear Buyer, Blogger & Your Industry Insider | Follow me @partly_sunny