In approximately 30 days I will be 30. Yep, thirty.
In a lot of ways this fact seems unreal to me and when I say it out loud, I feel like I’m telling a joke.
How did I get to 30, and so fast!? I don’t feel 30, I certainly don’t act 30, and from what people tell me, I don’t even look 30. But, regardless of the stigma that is generally attached to this age, I am surprisingly okay with this fact. It could just be a serious case of denial, but I feel like I’ve whole heartedly conceded to the notion of “if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.” – I can’t slow down or stop time or rewind time and then press pause on age 23 (though I dream of that almost daily) so, I’ve decided I’m gonna live up every year I have, exploring, learning and loving.
Now, this generally uncommon peace with turning 30 definitely didn’t happen naturally or over night. Actually, I think I hit the trauma of it all prematurely - when I turned 29. It was a rough birthday because I knew and feared what was just 1 short year away! But, after having a year to reflect on all of this and having some great examples of 30 year old attitudes (some positive, some negative – both very educational) I am totally and completely okay with this new big, round number.
All in all, I have found that there is no good reason that I can think of to put on my bitterpants on my next birthday just because of a number. It’s not like I was cheated out of anything or that life is doing me wrong in anyway- it’s just doing the same thing to me that it has done, or will do to everyone else! At the same time, I’m also not going to try and claim that 30 is the new 20. It’s not. 30 is old.
Instead of worrying about the amount of years I’ve spent on this earth, I am going to love them and look forward to even more of them!
So cheers to 30 - and hopefully to 30 more!
