That’s right folks. I’m turning 30, August 1st. Crazy. I really don’t even know how that is possible! As much as I’m *trying* to embrace the whole turning 30 milestone, in all honesty, I’m having a bit of a hard time with it.
I know “age is just a number,” and all that jazz, but for whatever reason, I’m sad to leave my twenties behind. My twenties were good to me.
Well, maybe my early twenties were a bit crazy, and they even brought some heartache. My Grandmother passed away when I was 21, there was the Station nightclub fire literally the night of my Grandmother’s funeral [one of my cousins friends died in the fire, and ironically she was at my Grandmother’s funeral that morning]. There was the whole dating scene, and while I thought it was fun at the time, GOD am I glad to be done with that! My Dad was diagnosed with cirrhosis, and we found out he was going to need a liver transplant. I also had a miscarriage a few months before we conceived Lincoln, and who can forget my thyroid cancer?!
Yeah. All that nonsense, I am happy to be done with.
But, then I look at all the positive and happy things that happened in my twenties. I met Jared when I was 23, graduated college, got married at 25, built our own house, and had my sweet baby boy at 28.
In all actuality, looking at all of this, and seeing everything I have accomplished, I’m pretty darn proud of myself! In all honesty, I’m exactly where I want to be at this stage in my life…and really, that’s all anyone can ask for. And besides, aren’t the thirties the new twenties? 🙂