I turned 30 today.
Another decade older, and a whole lot wiser? ....or not.
When I turned 29 last year, I was in a state of panic because I kept thinking about what I thought I should be as I approached my 30s, and how I was nowhere close to that. As the year went on, I think I slowly started accepting the fact that maybe I wasn't exactly where I thought was supposed to be at this age, but that's okay because I have a lot of good things going on in my life.
It's funny thinking about what the 20-year-old me expected life to look like at 30...I thought I would be working in magazine publishing, living in or have just finished a stint living in New York, married with a kid. I ended up moving to San Francisco, ditched the work in magazines plan (funny thing is that even though I said journalism was not for me after all, a big part of my current job is...you guessed it, writing), and have no rush to have any kids anytime soon (although I keep thinking...my biological clock is ticking!).
But when all is said and done, I feel incredibly lucky to be happy, healthy, to have had amazing experiences and opportunities come my way, and to be surrounded with incredible people who love and support me.
As I enter a new decade, I've started about how my life will look like when I turn 40. To be honest, I'm not really sure what 40 will look like. I'm sure it will be completely different than what I had in my mind.
But I'm ready for the new adventures, and all the experiences that this new decade will bring. Bring it, 30!
(and yes, I hope to start blogging again)