On the 22nd of December 2025, I officially entered my late twenties. Now 27, with 3 years left until I turn 30, I feel both excited and slightly apprehensive. For as long as I can remember, I have looked forward to turning 30. Numerous women on TikTok in their thirties have promised that this is when life begins to feel more settled. More financial stability. More confidence. Better career progression.
But as I slowly, yet somehow quickly, approach that age, a part of me has become anxious. I find myself wondering if things will truly unfold that way. Will I have my dream city view apartment? Will I finally meet the right person to spend the rest of my life with?
When I think about where I was just a few years ago, around the time I turned 25, I realise that I have grown in ways I may not have fully acknowledged. I have become more confident, more sure about the decisions I make, and, as someone pointed out to me recently, more extroverted. That observation surprised me, but it also made me pause and reflect on how much quiet transformation can happen when you are simply trying to survive, adapt, and build a life for yourself.
Living in the now
I have often felt like there were certain things I was supposed to have achieved by a particular age, but that expectation comes with its own quiet pressure. Recently, it occurred to me that there is something deeply calming about not attaching yourself to a strict timeline and instead allowing yourself to truly live in the present. It is about recognising your wins and acknowledging how far you have come, whether in confidence, in trust, or even in your relationships.
Right now, what I look forward to most is summer in Copenhagen. Brunch in Frederiksberg and long walks in Nordhavn. I am learning that life feels most beautiful when you allow yourself to notice the beauty in ordinary moments. I often remind myself that I am living a life that many people dream of. I have the freedom of health, time, and resources. Life is good.