Happy New Year to me!
30 is supposedly that pivotal age where you’re supposed to have it all figured out. I always thought that I’d be approaching 30 as a young woman thriving in the career of her dreams. With the love of my life. In a loving home. With a few rugrats running around said home.
Man. Let me tell you about 30.
As 29 was coming to a close, I did a ton of soul searching and reflecting. I’d lived in NC my entire life. I had a few “almost” attempts to leave but never actually went through with the decision.
One day, I had a purely honest moment with myself.
Rock. This ain’t it! This isn’t the life intended for you boo.
Here I was. 29. No husband. No boyfriend. No kids (well Milo). I felt STUCK. Stuck in a job that was surely leading me to an early grave. Gifts and talents that weren’t being put to good use. And degrees that were collecting dust. It was time for a change.
30 had to be different.
Today is my birthday. I gifted myself with an entire new life in Texas. I am happy. I am grateful. This is by far the most peace that I’ve had in a long time.
Everything I thought I wanted. Everything I thought I knew.
All out the window.
Despite the thought of living with my sister and brother-in-law at 30. Despite not knowing how long I’ll be here. Despite COVID-19. Despite not knowing what the future holds for myself. Or those that I love. Or you reading this blog.
30 is a reminder that at any moment, you can change the narrative of you life.
30 is a reminder that no matter how much you think you’re in control, you’re not.
30 is a reminder that 30 looks, sounds and feels different for everyone.
30 is a reminder that I’m stronger than I think and wiser than I give myself credit for.
30 is a reminder that it’s never too late for what you deserve.
This is 30. And it’s pretty fuckin lit.