I am turning 30 next week. I am actually surprised at how excited I am. Don't get me wrong, 29 was a bitch of a birthday. I was depressed for a whole year. I couldn't figure it out, because I thought 30 would be the bad one. Leading up to 29 I could not stop thinking about getting older, life and death, mortality. Granted, a close friend of my family was terminally ill, and that may have added to the questioning but it was just a bad year overall.
Now turning 30 is the opposite. I feel light and excited. I think 29 was a mourning year for the passing of my 20's. It was ok to be sad, because that person I was is gone. This new person emerging is older and wiser. She does not hold all the answers, but she has a better understanding of life.
30 is a new beginning, a chance to change things or leave them the way they are. To try something new, to explore who I am and to relish in what I have done. Yes, there will be wrinkles and grey hairs that mark the milestones, but they will remind me of what my life has been. I cannot wait to meet the person I am becoming.
30 is going to be a great decade!