I did it. I turned 30. It was surprisingly painless! Looking back on the twenties I shake my head a little bit (what WAS I thinking?) but in no way do I have major regrets nor feel as if I missed out on something. Do I wish I would have studied abroad in Italy vs. London? Yes, but then I would have never met my best friend Kelly and then I probably wouldn’t have moved out here later on. Do I wish I wouldn’t have dated a few idiots? Sure, but then I wouldn’t know what a true gem of a husband I have. Do I wish I would have had more cats? ALWAYS, but my mom wouldn’t have taken more than one in for my traveling. So, it turns out everything happens for a reason.
So now do I feel older? Yes and no. I feel responsible, as if life is finally manageable. Granted, this was a long time in the works and I pretty much had it mastered at 29, but now it feels solid. And I feel mature (commence laughing). Being mature doesn’t have to look a certain way… being mature is being accountable, doing the right thing, nurturing relationships, working hard in a career. The fact that I am playful, creative, bubbly, cat loving and at times a bit odd is my personality and that will never change. So do I feel older? Not really, but maybe just a little bit wiser.
Example a) Birthday in Napa – mature. Everyone wearing cat ears in Napa -I vote still mature!
Example b) I really want to buy this… (yea, I know- NOT mature- but still awesome)
Hooray for 30!