In two weeks, I will be 30 years old.
I remember when 30 sounded soooo old and I was terrified to celebrate that milestone. Now...?
Bring. It. On.
Life is only getting better! If only I had such a sense of myself at 20, as I do now. If only I knew what I wanted, recognized what made me happy, stood up for myself and had the confidence that I do now...a decade ago.
The last ten years brought about a lot of changes in me. I don't know that there is any other decade in your life, when you transform as much, as from 20 to 30. I became a parent, many times over. I learned what it means to fight for your marriage and make it work. I buried a brother and a parent. I learned who in my life will stand by me, when the going gets tough. And I learned who won't. I've slowly figured out what makes me happy and how to love myself...most of the time. That is still a work in progress that will probably continue long after I blow out 30 candles.
I'm not dreading my birthday. I embrace it. I'm ready to move past the spectacle of my 20's, holding fast to the lessons I have learned and dive head first into whatever the future holds for me.
No, I'm not scared to turn 30...but 40, on the other hand, is a whole different story... ;)