On growing up and loving your age

I’m turning 32 in a couple of weeks’ time.

If you’re a regular reader you’ll know that a couple of months ago things in my personal life changed pretty dramatically (if not, you can read about that here) and that I’ve had to reevaluate just about everything I thought I knew. So with my newfound wisdom I present to you five things that are definitely better/easier/more amazing now than they would have been five or ten years ago.

I feel very free to do whatever I need/want to do, because I am actually reasonably smart and responsible now. That means even my more offbeat decisions are met with understanding and respect (well, most of the time), because the people around me know that I would have put some thought into it.

I don’t compare myself with others that much anymore. We all have special qualities (I promise you’ll find it in the people around you if you take the time to look for it) but we really don’t have to be drones and clones. I can sit next to the skinny girl in the short-shorts without feeling bad about myself. I can be sincerely thrilled for others when they accomplish things that I would have loved to achieve myself. You do you, boo.

I’ve started taking care of my health because I actually want to. I’m never going to resemble a Brazilian supermodel, but I realised I want to be more comfortable in my skin, and that involves being fitter and healthier. I voluntarily exercise now (well, probably only twice a week but that’s twice a week more than before) and as I’m typing there’s a green juice on the desk next to me since I’ve learnt it’s an easy way to get in most of my daily veggies.

I’m a better judge of character. Way, way, better. It seems like with every passing year it’s easier to spot those insincere ‘friends’ and people who are just generally bad for you.

I’ve grown a thicker skin. I’ll probably always be a little on the sensitive side, but with the years I’ve learnt to take things in stride – that the feedback from my colleague is constructive criticism and not an insult, and that I don’t have to take everything to heart that people say to me/about me.

I’d love to know how old you are and what you love about your age? Have a little think about it and then keep an eye on my Facebook page this week for a competition in collaboration with Lancome Genifique #LoveYourAge. I reviewed their Advanced Genifique serum last week, it’s over here if you missed it.

C x

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  1. Aug 31, 2015 / 12:17 PM

    You are such an inspiration Chantelle. Really! I am 34 and I am also a pretty sensitive soul! Reading your blogs, especially todays one just makes me think, life is good and I need to appreciate more of what I have and forget what I might have lost along the way, there will always be memories, good and bad – its all part of life and growing older and HOPEFULLY wiser :-)!!! xxx

    • Chantelle Bester
      Aug 31, 2015 / 2:05 PM

      Thank you Shana, those are very kind words! Yes, we should take the bad with the good – one friend and I regularly (like weekly) remind each other that we don’t have too much crap to deal with, we cheers to it and then carry on 🙂

  2. Marné
    Aug 31, 2015 / 1:53 PM

    I love your blog and how you grow with it. If age only makes you wittier and funnier and a better writer, I cannot wait until you reach 80 🙂

    • Chantelle Bester
      Aug 31, 2015 / 2:04 PM

      You are so kind, thank you! Let’s hope I can still see the keyboard when I’m 80 😛

  3. Aug 31, 2015 / 2:59 PM

    Thanks for this post, Chantelle. I’m turning 30 in 20 days and I’m terrified. It’s ridiculous, I know, but I feel like I still have so much left to do in my twenties. I don’t know why I have this stupid notion that you can’t stay up all night and watch the sunrise in your 30’s but I feel like I need to still do this in the next 20 days (while I still can). It is like I’m turning the page onto a new chapter while I really really liked the 29 chapters that came before!

    But then again, I get so frustrated when people treat me like a 23 year old that I want to wear a 30 years old-badge on my forehead.

    Age is such an abstract thing – it makes no sense for it to matter.

    • Chantelle Bester
      Aug 31, 2015 / 4:08 PM

      Just chill about the 3-0, you’ll see that it comes with plenty of perks and you can very probably still do all those things you wanted to do 🙂

  4. Sep 4, 2015 / 10:59 AM

    I am 32, I love my age, I am more confident and less worried about what other people think. At this age I know what I want and I won’t settle for less. #LoveYourAge Nobody dimming the woman’s light!

  5. Linda Potgieter
    Sep 4, 2015 / 4:09 PM

    Dearest Chantelle
    I’m a full time mommy to my special needs son and absolutely enjoy your blogs.
    Some days you suprisingly brighten up my difficult day.
    Always stay true to your beliefs, your moral compass, who you are.
    May your birthday be filled with blessings, lots love and happiness.

    • Chantelle Bester
      Sep 4, 2015 / 5:10 PM

      And sometimes a kind comment like yours brightens mine 🙂 Thank you Linda xx

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