There I said it, I’m 30. Irene, you’re 30. I know, how did I get here? Who did this to me? The person who made up the whole 30 is the new 20 is an asshole. 30 is 30. Leave it at that. I never hear anyone say 20 is the new 10. It’s a made up line used to make old people feel better. Now I’m older and I have to face the (no more clubbing) music. I’ll be fine. I mean, I still feel 25, hoping I look 22. Turning 30 is something you think only happens to other people. Like a disease. Like somehow you think if you take all your vitamins and exercise and eat healthy, the turning 30 disease will skip you. It’s the reaffirmation that we do indeed become older. And I’m slowly accepting I’m okay with that.
To my twenties, I loved you. I’m going to miss you. You’ve been a part of my life for so long and now I’m never going to see you again. We had a lot of fun together. But it’s time to move on and I’m going to remember the hell out of you. You taught me a lot about myself and my thirties will teach me even more and they’ll make me feel a lot more comfortable about being me.
I’m trying hard not to feel old, but rather experienced. I’m only relatively old. Like to a five year old. To TH’s 92 year old grandma I practically just started walking. I should feel so lucky to get to live three times my age. I feel like I just sort of started to figure it all out, so really this is the beginning. I’ve got fears to overcome, cities to explore, people to meet and plenty of blog posts to write.
I’m going to stop myself before I get way cheesy with it.
Here’s me on my first birthday.
Where apparently I only had one guest and my brother was back there trying to open my presents. Who brought the Easter basket?
Then I turned five and was caught eating my hand.
Hey look, more people at this party. That’s my BCF next to me.
Yeah, then things got awkward after this. I was funky looking up until, like, now.
But hey, thank you twenties for letting me experiment with looks that didn’t quite work and molding me into the woman I am now.
Thirties, it’s good to meet you. Be nice to me. If my math is right, we’ve got ten years of each other. Let’s make it work.