Well, it’s my birthday. I’m turning thirty today. That’s right, the big 3-0! To say I’m excited would be an understatement. I’ve been looking forward to this milestone for many years.
Now, it’s finally here! The day I’ve been waiting for what seems like forever. I’m celebrating it for different reasons than I originally planned. I’m not crying. I’m not mourning my twenties nor am I going to celebrate my 29th birthday for 6 years in a row.
When I was younger, I wanted to be older, wiser, more seasoned with all the boxes checked. I had big visions ad goals of what I thought life would be like at thirty. I had it all planned out perfectly in my head. Some of that vision is still there, and I’ve accomplished a great deal. However, a lot has changed. And that’s okay. That’s part of the reason I’m celebrating differently.
Yes, it will be nice to not feel like ‘the baby’ anymore but I find that age isn’t a determining factor in how young you are in life. I’ve been through my fair share of suffering and happiness and moments in between. It’s made me stronger and molded me into the woman I am today. It continues to push me to be a better wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend and countless other hats I wear.
So, this year, as I move into this next decade of life, I’m taking a more simple approach. I want to love more, talk less, and forgive easier. I want to hold close the quiet, little moments that fall into the every day mundane routine. I want to travel more and see the world but also rejoice in coming home to the life I’ve built with my husband. I want to live fully without rushing ahead to the next best thing.
Most importantly, I want to appreciate thirty and the time I’ve been given. What a humbling feeling to look back at the life I’ve lived with all the chapters already written and think about how blessed I am. This life is a gift. Every. Single. Day. There are people out there who would give anything for one more birthday with a loved one. So, instead of hiding from the world and dragging my feet into 30, I’m meeting it head on, with open arms.
Yeah, wait, who am I kidding? My arms are full. I’m holding cake and champagne. 30, let’s do this!