30 is coming. And I'm so ready!
Don't get me wrong my 20's have been a blast. Perhaps too much of a blast, more on that later.
My first 10 years the goal was just growing up. I wanted to be bigger, older and more independent. And by the time I was 10, I'd certainly accomplished everything I set out to do.
Getting to 20 was.... rough. 10-15 was painfully awkward. Braces. Acne. Training bra... oh wait, still wearing one of those. Shaving my legs- which you should NEVER EVER do dry! 15-18 was all about rebellion. Be home at 11. 11:15 (I know, I was such a bad ass.) Then there was college. I felt really alive like the world was my oyster. There was so much to learn about the world, about myself.
And then there I was in my 20's. And I was trying to find myself... until I found my Husband (at 24.) I have to say, the only thing more exhausting than spending my teens trying to find and keep a boyfriend was the energy I exerted in my 20's trying to find myself. Looking inward is always harder than looking out.
But as my 20's draw slowly to a close I see myself, I see my husband, I see my kids. And life is good.
I will always change, always evolve, but something feels so warm and comfortable about settling in to who I am, sitting back and enjoying the sweet life I have.
30, brace yourself. Here I come!