Yesterday I turned 30. I know I’m supposed to laugh nervously and say, “Oooh scary!”
But I’m not scared.
Or joke about it being the somethingth anniversary of my 21st or mumble my age like I’m embarrassed.
But I’m not embarrassed.
The 30 year old me is a better me. A wiser me. A stronger me.
I have a looooong way to go and I hope I keep learning, changing and improving for the rest of my (hopefully) long life, but I have never felt as sure of myself in my life as I do in present day. I feel like I can welcome my 30s feeling more ‘me’ than I ever have. I think I’m finally growing up and you’d think I’d find that really disappointing, but I am not disappointed. I’m happy. I hope I’ll always be young at heart, but I wouldn’t trade what I’ve learnt for an extension of my 20s! I learnt a lot in my 20s, but I’m excited to apply all that knowledge now as I move forwards. Maybe the term is ‘growing into myself’ moreso than ‘growing up’.
Who knows what my 30s hold? I know there will be good times and bad times. I just hope that I have learnt how to cope better, how to deal with things more gracefully and peacefully. I hope I’ll remember how to say no to unnecessary drama or things that do not serve me. I want to stay strong and believe in myself more than the shaky 20 something me did. Be more brave and resilient.
It’s not that I’m not shaky now as a newly minted 30 year old. I am just less shaky. I know what I want out of life. I know that I deserve it. I am worth the good things. That’s the difference.
I feel like this is a time of real positive change in my life. Trust me, it’s a very welcome time for me!
I have had so many kind birthday wishes this year. Everything from the side spittingly hilarious, to the most caring, sentimental and *oh wow that person totally gets me* stuff. Not one person over the age of 30 has told me that it sucks or that they’re so old and they can’t even handle it. I’ve been told that the 30s are fun, fantastic and a whole lot of other words that seem to equate to ‘awesome’.
That can’t be a coincidence, can it? Unless they’re all lying to me hahaha.
As I sit here with the Little Mister, wearing our PJs because we can, recovering from the Easter long weekend (and my wonderful family birthday celebrations), I feel good. I feel optimistic. I feel lighter and brighter. I’m not that 19 year old bawling on the eve of her 20th birthday because she wouldn’t be a teenager anymore (I’ll never live that one down)!
30 just feels right. Bring it, Universe! I’m ready
How do/did you feel about 30?