I’m about to turn 31… and for the first time, I’m starting to feel my age.

Not in a dramatic way just the little things.
- The slower recovery after a long week
- The random fatigue that never used to show up
- The realisation that health isn’t optional anymore it’s the baseline for everything else.

But here’s the twist: getting older isn’t a curse, it’s the first time in my life I can actually see the wisdom behind my decisions. I’ve made enough mistakes to know what matters and I’ve built enough experience to stop wasting time on things that don’t.

And the best part? At 31, you’re old enough to understand the game… but still young enough to play it at full speed. You’ve got time... real time, if you use it well. Time to build the body you want, time to build the life you want, time to turn experience into leverage while everyone else complains about getting older.

Age only feels heavy when you’re not moving forward. But when you are? 31 feels just like the beginning.