“Old soul, waiting my turn / I know a few things, but I still got a lot to learn.” – Kacey Musgraves
I originally had this big post planned out to commemorate my 30th birthday today, but obviously I trashed that. So, here we are! Trying to keep it short and sweet so I can get to more important things … like deep dish pizza and funfetti cake. 😉
The lead-up to this birthday has been difficult, I’m not going to lie. What had me so hung up on a number? I don’t know. There just seems to be a lot of emphasis on this one. Is it a big milestone? Of course. Am I supposed to have everything figured out by now? Maybe, but I sure don’t. Am I throwing an Insta-worthy bash with all my friends and family? Nah, I’d rather be at home in sweatpants with Ryan and Finley.
My twenties were really good to me. I experienced so many firsts and life-changing moments that I often wonder how this new decade can possibly top any of that. But, I keep telling myself that this isn’t a Cinderella moment where the clock strikes midnight, I turn 30, and life as I know it is over. If anything, I’m hopeful that the best is yet to come in this chapter of life! There is still so much to learn, achieve, overcome and look forward to.
Do I wish that anything was different? Of course, but I don’t have any regrets. Honestly, for all the buildup I feel exactly the same! A number can’t automatically change me and who I am. I’m probably heading into my thirties even more self-assured and rooted in my beliefs/convictions than I’ve ever been before. Would I want that any different? Hell no!
And, no matter what birthday I’m celebrating all I can ask is that I’m happy, healthy and loved. As I turn 30, I’m all three of those and then some, so I’d say I’m doing pretty well.