Well. I’m here. It’s the often-dreaded age that your 20-something friends fear. It’s the age by which that list of things you needed to accomplish had better been accomplished. It’s the age that people say you step into your own. It’s the age where you start to need anti-aging.
I’ve lived on this planet for 3 whole decades.
What have I done in my life? I can’t actually be 30, right? My list isn’t complete. I still have to get my “30 under 30” list done. I still have bought multiple perfumes at once. I still haven’t rose to “insert fancy job title here” status. It’s different for women. Turning 30 for me was mixed with relief, fear, shame, hope, pride, and joy. At once, I felt the fear of being old and no longer desirable. I felt the shame of not having my life “together” by now. I felt the hope of a new age. I felt the pride of all that I had accomplished by this point, the joy of settling into myself, and the confidence that has blossomed in me. I can’t believe I’m 30. I made it. I remember when my mom was this age. I remember her being absolutely beautiful inside and out. I remember her beaming. I hope I have her glow now.
We went to Amsterdam for my 30th. It was the best way to enter this new time. I know I say this about nearly every trip we take, but I could live there. Check out our video.
If you are turning 30, don’t fear. I did. But you don’t. It’s going to be okay, girl. You’re going to beam.