Holy ddong. How did this happen? What? Really?
It’s hard to believe I’ve lived three whole decades. My 30th birthday totally crept up on me and I wasn’t prepared for it at all. I wanted to accomplish more stuff before I hit the big 3-0, but I guess now that’s out the window. When I first realized my birthday was coming up, I’ll admit that I was sad and bummed about it. Mostly because I still feel pretty immature, like I’m perpetually 24 years old. But now, I’m actually excited about what the future might hold this year and in my 30′s. I feel like I’m moving into a new chapter of life, where I’m [a little] more secure with who I am, I know what I believe to be true, and I’m getting better at surrounding myself with goooood people. So instead of being all sulky and mopey about being 30, I’m just filled with so much gratitude for where I am now and what I’m doing. I mean, what do I have to complain about, really. I have a freaking amazing job, I have the most supportive family, I have the best co-worker/biz partner, I love my church, and I have some of the best friends one could ask for. Honestly the second-half of my 20′s was a rough time… but I feel like I’m coming out the other side of that stronger, more capable, and more confident. So with that said, cheers to getting old and hopefully aging like fine wine.