And whenever I tell people, I get a sympathetic look, like they’re trying to tell me that it will all be okay, because apparently life goes downhill after 30?
I guess I missed the memo, because I’m actually looking forward to it.
I had a blast in my 20s. Like so much.
- I studied abroad in Italy
- Paid my own trip to Australia
- Broke up with my longterm, emotionally abusive boyfriend whom I swore I was going to marry
- Went on to date other guys
- Spent an entire year going out with my girlfriends every single weekend
- Tripled my salary since graduating college
- Started a blog, which led me to meeting my husband
- Got married
- Got a dog
- Honeymooned in Costa Rica
- Got promoted
- Paid off our debt
My 20s have been so very good to me.
But I am a completely different person at 29 than I was at 20. And I’m ready to start this next phase of my life.
Look how amazing my 20s were, and that was when I was broke and in debt! Imagine what my 30s will hold now that I’m making more money, have no debt, and have my partner in crime by my side?
I am looking forward to starting a family, to building a home together, to getting my master’s in Public Administration, and to continue to grow in both my professional and personal life.
Why wouldn’t I look forward to my 30s?
I hope I never become one of those people that dreads their birthdays or hates growing older.
Don’t get me wrong: The signs that I am getting older are definitely there.
Just last month, I spotted my first gray hair. And now that I know I get gray hairs, I feel like I find them ALL.THE.TIME.
I also can’t lose weight as easily. In my early 20’s, I just had to skip carbs at dinner, and I would lose 5 pounds. Apparently these days, my body likes a little chub.
I will curse these signs of my aging. But it doesn’t mean that I can’t also be thankful for what I’ve accomplished and been blessed with so far, and look forward to what has yet to come.