So, here I am, a 26 year old with a face of a 16 year old sitting in front of my computer wondering how the heck I am meant to write this blog and not intend for it to sound pathetic or weird to those of you reading it. How do I make it relatable or even readable?
Where would I start?
Where do I start????….
Ok, here goes.
Two months ago visiting a friend and her new born baby was the first time I had ever felt broody for more than 5 minutes. I had had this feeling at various stages when visiting friends and their babies, but as soon as I got back in the car the feeling subsided and I was on to the next thought (most probably food).
I visited again and the same feeling creped in. What was going on in my head? I can’t look after myself never mind think of having a bloody baby!?
Surrounded by two beautiful babies and friends that would talk about baby things, which I often joined in with, having seen my niece growing up, the same ‘talk’ I had once heard or had with my sister. Not once did I ever feel left out by it but the same part of my brain that made me feel broody popped up again, ‘this should be you’, ‘you should be a mummy too’, ‘c’mon, you’re 26 for God sake’
Aaaaahhhhh… shut up.
Shaking my head and the thoughts that obstructed my normal trail of thought, I quickly said my goodbyes and off I went.
Working and gym life kept me occupied, cross one thing off my list and on to another, the normal Joy Ebio routine that may seem boring to one, but made me feel accomplished every week. (Weird or what?)
But still that silly niggling in the back of my mind crept back in and everywhere I looked, be it on the street, on Facebook, Instagram everyone was either pregnant or just had a new born baby! Talk about feeling left out. Oh and to throw something different into the mix, members of the family (love you to death by the way) saying, ‘OOOO your turn next’ didn’t help either.
Am I missing out? Really? Am I being too slow with life? Gosh, I even know people my age with two children never mind one.
Was I being selfish in wanting to go on holidays and just having to worry not to pack too many bikinis? Or to spend my evenings sweating out my weekend consumption of food in a box fit/fitness class?
Was I, Am I the only woman passed the age of 25 who’s not ready, and is actually quite frightened of the fact that passed this age having a baby was ‘expected’ of you. Also, I look at all my friends with children literally like superwomen, because I don’t know about you but I NEED all 8 hours of my sleep, thank you very much.
Then, one night I sat in bed and literally cried myself to sleep, (pathetic I know). I had convinced myself that I was missing out, stuck in a rut with life. I started, not so much hating my life but seeing it in a different light to what I once saw it before. I kept repeating ridiculous things in my head, ‘you’re 26 Joy what have you got to show for it? , ‘all the girls have grown up, you?’ Thanks brain!
How have I let myself get into this blubbering mess, feeling sorry for myself?! Yuck. (I know what you’re thinking, Man Up! I know, I know).
It didn’t end there guys, ohhhh no. I started looking prams up online, the cost of having baby furniture, bottles, etc… This was obviously the next stage in my life. Everyone around me was at this stage. It explained the reasons why these thoughts and questions have been popping up. It was so clear, it’s getting me ready, right?? Right?
WRONG!
How so very wrong.
Baby furniture, Prams? For goodness sake.
I clicked off google search, put the phone down and made myself a cup of tea (the best answer to a lot of my questions). I had forgotten to think about what I wanted in my life. I had been so engrossed in the lives of other people around me and what society expected of women my age that I had got rid of the positive thoughts that made me happy before and sadly replaced them with what I thought I should be doing/thinking.
I’ve just got engaged people!! Why am I rushing into a false sense of happiness for myself?
At the last sip of my tea I had realised that it is good to be selfish. I am at a different stage in my life to my friends and what I want in my life certainly doesn’t mean it applies to anyone else and vice versa. Spending time with my new Fiancé, getting our first house together, cherishing moments with family and friends (who have children or not) is my priority in life at this moment in time.
Once you start comparing your life to others around you, is when you start to lose a little confidence in your own aspirations and goals.
It took me a few weeks and a lot of tea to start realising that my life before was totally fine.
At some point in your life, certain things, people, situations will make you question what you do and why you do it. Don’t let that be the case, always remember: Be you, do your own thing and work hard on your own life goals.
If that means having a little cry in the process, so be it. Get it out of your system!
No one is perfect, life is certainly not perfect. Trust your own judgement and follow you own journey.
J x