Skip to main content

On Turning Thirty...

I am on the brink of turning 30.  And you know what? I’m not even mad about it. I know what you’re thinking.
“30 is still a baby”
“That’s still young”
“I don’t even remember being 30”
You know what I have to say to all that,  “save it, sister.”
When you’re exiting a complete decade, it seems like kind of a big deal. My entire identity for the last 10 years has been linked to “my twenties.” This is not a blog about being old. This has nothing to do with the inevitability of aging.  This is about transition. It’s about personal growth. It’s about noticing the subtle, gradual changes that occur every single day, and then you wake up one morning realizing that you’ve done a 180.
A lot happens in a decade. I think of who I was at 20 and who I am at 29. I feel like those two people are not even from the same planet. I can’t help but feel a giddy sense of excitement about my future. I can’t wait to look back when I am 39 and say the same thing about 30, “those two gals don’t even know each other.”  Actually I can wait because wrinkles and gray hair. Yikes.
Honestly, I feel like I hit 30 a couple of years ago. First of all,  I’m married to a senior citizen (almost 38), so that has helped ease my transition into adulthood. I’m also a mom. Nothing prepares you quicker than being fully responsible for another life. Marking Dependent on your taxes. Hell, even having to fill out your own taxes (let me be serious for one minute and say that I have still never done my own taxes).  I also have a real, full-time job. It comes with a 401k and stuff. I am paying back student loans. The struggle is so real. Now, my digits have caught up to me. The big 3-0.
I have this excitement that I can’t explain. I feel like my 30s are going to be so awesome and amazing that I can’t even handle it. I think I’m going to do big things. All of my stars are aligning. Every single thing that has happened has led up to this moment. This new decade. It’s like opening a brand new blank notebook. I mean, BRING IT.
I have spent a great deal of time over the past couple of weeks reflecting on this new decade of opportunity. Some ladies lament turning 30. They feel “old.” All of the sudden, you’re a bit seasoned. You aren’t hot off press anymore. You’ve been out of college longer than you were in college. I am not that girl.  I’ve come up with a few reasons why being 30 is actually so much better than being, say 23. Good God, I never want to be 23 again. PTL that’s over.

This blog will be published in mini-series. This first series is called “So Happy I’m Thirty, or S.H.I.T for short.” For the next several weeks, I will submit a brief little post about one of the many reasons that being 30 is actually the Bees Knees. So, chin up buttercup. Life only gets better from here. Stay tuned because it’s about to get real.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

This post is about poop.

I started this blog when I was on the brink of turning 30. I just knew really amazing things were on the horizon. I was on the brink of greatness. This next decade would inevitably be a life-changing, climactic, turn of events kind of chapter in this novel of my life. I turn 31 next week. You know what I didn’t expect my 30’s to be filled with...poop. I can honestly say, I never saw this one coming. Don’t get me wrong, there have been some life-changing events. Some climatic and unexpected turn of events. We’ve essentially started a new life since I turned 30. But, it is also filled with a lot of poop. No one ever talked about this. Jennifer Gardner didn’t prepare me for this in Thirteen Going on 30. None of the reality shows alluded to this dark underbelly of the third decade of life. I’m getting it from all sides. I have a toddler, I have a puppy, and weirdly enough, I even deal with this at work. No, I do not work with babies or at a daycare center, or even an elderly ho...
Post a Comment
Read more

It's All About the App

Boring little intro: First, let me take a moment to thank those who read my last post “Live Life Colorfully.” That post was uncharacteristic of my usual musings. For the next couple of months, I am going to be blogging about my interior design take over. I think that post was important for you to understand where my head is, my motivations, my beliefs behind all of these crazy design choices. **Disclaimer: I have absolutely NO formal design training. Hell, I don’t even have informal design training. My training is rooted in following my heart.** OK, now the fun stuff: For those that know me, this will come as no surprise at all. For those that don’t, I’ll fill you in. I am all about the appetizers. When I sit down at a restaurant, my eyes immediately go to the Starters. Then, to the wine list, of course. Calamari? Yes. Pimento cheese with some kind of bread, um, yeah. Charcuterie tray, bring it. Oysters? Do you even have to ask?  I could literally fill up on ONLY appetizers. Th...
Post a Comment
Read more

A Review of The Notebook, a decade late and a dollar short

Noah & Lon, let's talk about it. In 2004 something momentous happened. And I’m not talking about Janet Jackson’s wardrobe malfunction at the Super Bowl, albeit quite memorable. This was also the year that romance movies changed forever, The Notebook was released. What is the statute of limitations for doing a movie review? I’m sure it’s longer than 14 years, right? I was 16 in 2004 which is an absolutely terrible age to meet Noah. Actually, it was probably pretty great for my parents. No boy in Pelzer, SC quite measured up to Noah Calhoun. I couldn’t understand why none of these boys were madly infatuated with me, going out of their way to impress me with cute gestures every 5 minutes, writing me love notes every day or finding my temper tantrums adorable? Also, why didn't any of them look like Ryan Gosling? This is a tumultuous time in adolescence and I was so confused. Anywho, when I was a freshman in college, I met my Noah. He was not a poor little bumpkin fr...
Post a Comment
Read more