Y'all, I turned 30 last week. Three - Oh. THIRTY. A new decade. I thought I was going to have a major meltdown, like when I found out Anderson Cooper was gay and would never be attracted to me, but I've been surprisingly life-crisis free. I spent the actual day of my birth alone, the first birthday I've had by myself maybe ever. I'm usually that annoying person that throws themselves a birthday month. But this year, with Boo being gone and living in a new place, that wasn't really an option. Overall though, I had a fantastic birthday, and a lot of people went out of their way to make me feel celebrated. Old friends came up the weekend before which was a wonderful treat, and I got several mail-delivery surprises and hand-written cards, which are my favorite thing. My new coworkers all went out of their way to wish me happy birthday, which was extra thoughtful, considering they've only known me like a week.
I stopped by Sweet Tea and got a double slice of Strawberry Cake (I always have pink cake on my birthday. ALWAYS.) and went home to reflect on what it means to be thirty. It literally means I'm not in my twenties anymore, which is actually just fine by me. My twenties were hard. Like really hard. I'm not saying there weren't good times, because there were (and I have the facebook documentation to prove it), but by and large, whoever said your twenties is the best time of your life is full of shit, just like John Denver. More often than not, my twenties were filled with financial struggles, indecision, and depression. I'm finally in a place where I feel good about myself, good about my job, and good about the people with whom I surround myself.
Now that I'm older (it's been a week and I've learned so much already!), I feel way more comfortable in my own skin. I still struggle, but I am a much more confident person than I was, say, even five years ago. I can't wait to see what the rest of my thirties are going to be like. If this week has been any indication, they're going to be fantastic.