In just 12 days I’ll be saying goodbye to my twenties as I celebrate my 30th birthday.
I used to see turning 30 as a terrible thing. I didn’t want it to happen. I felt like it was the beginning of the end.
Dramatic, I know.
But most of these feelings were attached to the fact that I felt like I should have done so much more by 30. Like I’ve been failing at life, and not living up to my potential.
But now, less than a couple weeks shy of the big day, I’m honestly looking forward to it.
My twenties was definitely a decade of trial and error. I made some of my biggest mistakes, but also saw some of my biggest successes.
I welcomed love and new life. I partied hard and settled down. And I feel like I’ve discovered more and more about who I am.
I’ll admit it, I still wish I had accomplished more by now. But I think I’ve accomplished everything that was meant for me at the time it was meant to happen.
I’m at a good place in my life and in my career. I’m pursuing my passions. And I’ve made some amazing connections. I know what I want and (sort of) know the direction I need to go in to get it.
My confidence is peaking. I’m falling in love with myself and growing more comfortable in my skin. I’m mentally sound(ish). Aside from a pretty constant state of exhaustion, I’m happy. And I’m surrounded by awesome people.
I’m no longer upset about turning 30, because the way I see it, the best is yet to come.
I know my thirties will be filled with new mistakes and victories, ups and downs, gains and losses; but I’m ready for it.
I feel like this new decade is a fresh start. And I can’t wait to make the most of it.