Yes, I am 30!

Friday the thirteenth was my 30th birthday. Throughout my twenties, the impending fate has been looming over me. I knew that there was no escape, I would turn the big 3-0, no matter what.
I was curious about what I might do. Was I going to freak out? Was I going to cry? Was I going to feel so OLD?

I watched one of my girl friends turn 30 and it did not turn out so well for her. She had this mini emotional break down. Mentioning it to her was out of the question. There was some serious sad times going on with that girl. I actually thought it was quite funny. I couldn't imagine myself acting that way. Still though, what if 30 had some power over me that made me turn into a crazy crying loon. I best not tease, because what if the fate of my 30th looked similar to hers.

Well, now the day has come and gone. Here are some of my thoughts on the subject. I wasn't even sad about being 30, not even one little bit. I maybe even felt excited. I reflected on being twenty-something, I was thankful for parts, and there were other moments I would rather not relive. I was excited for a new season of my life to unfold. I realized that still, I have arrived nowhere, and that my life journey will continue with many lessons for me to learn. I prayed that God would continue to refine me... and that I would welcome the process.

In your twenties, there are a lot of different pressures. You are starting your life away from your parents, learning how to provide for yourself. There are many social pressures as typically people in their twenties are in different walks. Some in college, some with jobs, some married, some not, some with children, you catch my drift. With all of these different places people are at in their lives, it is difficult to fit the pieces of the social puzzle together.

Then, for women especially, there is the pressure to look a certain way. In your twenties, you are afraid of getting old, but still clinging to the youth of your teens. So many women suffer from poor body image, and are constantly picking themselves apart. It pains me to see women truly hurting because of discontent with their bodies. I am not excluding myself from this category, I have had my own struggles with this, and I assume they will still be there a bit, but I feel more confident in myself every day. Guess what the best part about being 30 is? I never need to look 20 again! I only wish that I could have felt that way without the number attached to it.

Thanks to everyone who has know me through my twenties. You survived my wild ride. Thank you to my husband. You are the most amazing man ever. You are the man of my dreams, and I love you more than ever. Thank you Lord for all you have given me, and all that you have not. I am becoming someone better everyday because of it. Cheers to being 30! I think this is going to be a great decade!