A few short years ago the number “30” seemed so distant. It wasn’t even on my thought horizon. When I turned 25, I vowed to myself that I’d turn 25 every single year after. I did for the first few years, but somewhere in between then and now, I let go. I forget how many times I’ve turned 25, and as a matter of fact, I’m pretty good at forgetting my age all together. I forget all of the goals and to-do’s I had slated for my twenties, and prioritize what really matters most. I forget by choice, not by chance.
Last year was one of the first that I began to feel more settled in my life. Thirty was no longer a distant speck on my horizon, it was moving in quickly, ready or not. I’m not where I thought I’d be ten years ago, but is that where anyone ever ends up? I’m learning when to take risks, to say yes more often, and that it’s also okay to say no. I’m living with more intention than I ever have. For the first time in my life I feel like I’ve come into my own and have been able to really define myself, and it feels wonderful.
Here is to turning 30 for the first time, and all of the goodness that comes with it!