Four Funerals and a Wedding.

At some point in your life (usually somewhere around your early 40) the universe does a cheeky little twist and flips everything upside down. Suddenly, instead of RSVPing to weddings and planning bachelorette weekends, I find myself Googling "appropriate funeral outfit”.

Most of my friends are either already married or simply too old to get married, so the invites now are less "Save the Date" and more "In Loving Memory." That weddings-to-funerals shift hits me hard, but I have a felling this is just the tip of the aging iceberg.

From Hen Parties to Baby Showers.

Once upon a time, I was all about the cheap booze, belly laughs, and hangovers that were easily gone. Now it is cupcakes, non-alcoholic cocktails, and awkward games that I am supposed to play sober while pretending to enjoy myself. Everyone take a note, I hate guessing baby food flavours blindfolded.

From Butterflies to Acid Reflux in. my stomach.

That fluttery feeling? Yeah, that’s not love anymore, it’s heartburn. These days, my medicine cabinet sees more action than my wine fridge. So sad.

From Spontaneous Road Trips to All-Inclusive Holidays.

I barely remember jumping in the car with zero plans and a full tank of gas. Now we plan our holidays six months in advance, and by day three of sipping all-inclusive cocktails, I’m so exhausted I’m in bed by 9 PM. And the worst part is I never have a chance to wear my brand-new dinner outfits I especially bought for this occasion.

From Midnight Parties to 7 PM Dinners (sharp!).Dinner with friends must start early enough so we still have time for a recovery before bedtime. And let’s not forget the holy rule girls - one glass of wine, one glass of water, and a pre-bedtime paracetamol. Party on.

From Group Chat Master to Certified Ghoster.

I used to plan and organize everything on the group charts. Now, I mute them all and pray they cancel at the last minute. There is no happiness like staying home in pyjamas with zero guilt.

From Dating Apps to Grown-Up Apps.

My phone used to buzz with flirtation, now it pings to remind me to move because I’ve been sitting too long and made only 3000 steps.