Turning 30

This year…I will be 30. 30!?! It is rewarding and completely surreal at the same time. I look at 30 as the year I am officially an adult. But also the year that “damn, I’m an adult. Shouldn’t I have more by now?” A reminder staring me in the face that I’m not as eternally young as I once may have thought at 22. 30 was the unreachable age that I could never imagine actually getting to. It’s an age I still remember my own mother at. Surely, I’m not her age. Despite all of the uncertainty of this decade, I’m taking it in. Using the “milestone” as a stepping stone. Aging, though reality, also seems rather figurative. It’s time for new responsibilities. Nailing down exactly what I want out of this beautiful life. Setting the goals that I have put off. I have grown so much as a person. I’m finally becoming the person that I’ve always to be. Not that people change into a different person as they age…just a much better version of themselves. There are so many people that I credit to helping me to grow. My son. He’s amazing. A daily reminder that love is the most powerful gift. He encompasses my life. I wouldn’t know how to love without him. He’s taught me patience, determination and laughter. My friends and family who have held my hand when I needed it, but also just gave me a boost when they knew it was better for me to figure it out on my own. I’m so lucky to have all of you in my life. Thank you. Here’s to my next 30 years!