I can honestly say that 30 was great.
I was annoyed and dismissive at first, not wanting to accept or admit that 30 was upon me. Mentioning to my husband's daughter that I just want to stay 29, her effortless and to the point response of.... "it doesn't work like that"... hit home. She was right, at 13, she was totally right.
But being 30 for 30 days on the day of my wedding, I told myself take the bull by the horns and run. I was married, successful, great group of friends, had more money then in my twenties, knowing what I love and what I hate and was my own woman.
Thirty brought me to a realization that I was more aware; aware of my surroundings and myself. I was more settled, and structured.... I'm established as a person. Twenties are great, but being unsure of everything is exhausting... yourself, your friends, the guy you are dating, your job, your future. Laying in bed constantly second guessing your decisions, and feeling as if you are proving yourself every waking moment. No thanks. Not anymore. Thirty should open you with a welcome sign that reads "you are here now, relax, you got this".
With Thirty-one only a few weeks away, I am pretty excited, but, If thirty was this good, should I just stay thirty??? it doesn't work like that, life moves on, and we get older.
So I say to "31" let's do this.
