Today’s my birthday. I’m 32 years old, which is crazy to me because the truth is that most days – in my head – I still feel like I’m 17. And I suppose I still am in some ways; I still listen to the same kind of music, I still love doughnuts just as much (and more to the point still eat them for breakfast sometimes like I did when I was 17), still have a crush on Robert Downey Jr, still have the occasional volcanic eruption on my chin, and I still (and always will) think that mayonnaise is rank – get it the hell away from me.
How do I feel about hitting 32? I feel good. Better than good. Which is strange because for a long time I was absolutely terrified of hitting my thirties.
I feel like during our twenties we’re made to feel like our thirtieth birthday is an expiration date of some kind. You know, that by thirty we’re supposed to have travelled the world, ticked a few things off of our bucket list, met “the one”, know our personal style, have our own place, feel ready to create little humans (if we haven’t already), have reached a certain point in our chosen careers and just generally have life figured out. We spend our twenties making Before 30 Lists of things we want to do or accomplish – and that’s not even taking into account society’s ideas about what we should have achieved before reaching the big 3-0. And because of that we turn our thirtieth birthday into an expiration date. The real life version of what midnight was to Cinderella… minus the pumpkin and glass slipper.
As I take another step into my thirties I can safely say that I’m happier and more comfortable in myself now than I ever was in my twenties. And that’s not because I ticked everything off my 30 Before 30 List, or because I have life figured out – I really, really don’t. Who does? But I definitely understand myself a little better; who I am, who I’m not, and who I want to be.
We need to stop turning 30 into something to be feared and instead treat it as something exciting. There’s something empowering about turning thirty. It’s a whole new decade. A whole new you… if that’s what you want. You might not have x, or done y, or been to z, but hopefully you’ll know yourself a little better, and what and who matters to you the most. And at the end of the day, those things are more important than whether you’ve backpacked the world or run a marathon or partied until the sun comes up. You can still do all those things in your thirties, by the way. No one’s stopping you! 😉
Happy Birthday to meeee! 🎈