When I was 31, I felt similarly to you.
I thought my life was over. My best years were behind me. All I wanted was what I couldn't have-a chance to go back to my 20s, figure out where it all went wrong and do over.
Now, I'm 36 and I laugh at how I used to feel about my age. Ageing is inevitable. If you're fortunate enough to experience it, everyone gets older. I've learned that it's far better to embrace your age and your stage of life than it is to mourn it.
Looking back, I understand why I felt the way that I did when I was 31. I was directionless. I was 31, living at home with my parents, overweight, didn't have a fixed or permanent income, and everything felt pretty pointless. I thought that to turn my life around, it would take a miracle.
Well, a few short years later...
I now own my own home, have a steady income, a boyfriend, lost 6st in weight and I'm much happier than I ever was in my 20s. I realise that the reason I was unhappy wasn't because of my age or because of the few sneaky grey hairs that seemed to show up overnight, but because I didn't have what I wanted.
I feel like our thirties, especially for women, are our wake-up call moment at times. Society has set it so that by the turn of midnight on our thirtieth birthdays, we ought to have it all figured out-and many of us just don't. Some of us are late bloomers, as it were.
I now spend my time appreciating my age and understanding how ridiculous it can be to moan about something that is inevitable. Many people don't get to see 32, 36, 40, 50 etc and would give anything to-so I appreciate it rather than dread it now.
There's nothing that you can't do just because you've turned 32. Again, I used to feel that I had to put away so-called "childish" things-now I don't care. I like what I like and that is that.