That’s right friends, in two days I turn the big 30. And you know what? I’m totally cool with it, in fact, dare I say? I’m excited about it.
My early twenties were insane. It included a botched first marriage, way too much liver damage *ahem* and just too much everything. It was a time of being selfish, and ignorant to real world problems. To me, what I associate your early 20′s with is finding yourself.
Don’t get me wrong, I have zero regrets because each selfish and stupid decision I made helped shape me into the woman that I am today. I also have nothing against 20′s, because I really feel as if everyone needs to have that time in their lives.
Around this time last year, I made the infamous “30 before 30″ list, however, I really sucked at it because I was pregnant for 7 of those months, and had a newborn for the other 4. It may be an excuse, but a couple months into it I stopped caring. I stopped looking at it as an “end of an era” and instead began embracing it and getting excited about the “beginning” of a new one.
A more sophisticated, and established one, perhaps?
So cheers to 30…. I can’t wait to kick it off!