Dear John, I turned 30 this year. My birthday was in late February and I can’t really recall how I spent the day. I know it wasn’t particularly special, as the UK was still subject to fairly strict lockdown rules because of the ongoing coronavirus pandemic. And maybe that’s what’s bothering me: I turned 30 during a global pandemic. I should have been reveling in the passing of time and reaching that innately
human coming-of-age milestone – but we were in the midst of an international catastrophe that we (ultimately) orchestrated. So here I am four months later, tongue-in-cheek refusing to be 30 until I can celebrate with my family and friends. But what I’d really love to celebrate is something bigger than that. Because this isn’t really about me. |