There’s a thing in society here where a lady freaks out because she turns 30. For me, I have never understood that. I mean, sure going into another age decade is weird. You can’t say you’re in your twenties anymore but other than that, what’s the big deal?
30 isn’t old. I’m about 2 weeks from turning 29, my last year as a twenty-something. My husband recently joked that this was the last birthday I’d ever have.
And I got snippy with him. I don’t want to be 29 forever. I’ve done shit with my life.
I’ve got 3 beautiful kids.
I’ve served 8 years in the Army.
I’ve gotten married.
I’ve traveled to 3 continents.
I’ve gotten a college degree.
I’ve met and made friends with some of the best people.
I’ve done stuff.
I’m going to keep doing stuff.
More stuff than a 29 year old will ever do.
Seriously, it’s just a number. Don’t freak out so much. Because you have done a ton of cool stuff too.
And you’re going to do so much more.