A year ago today, I was upset. I was about to turn 30. My friends were all in their 20’s. I admit, I was one of those people, I feared it.
But you know what, 30? You actually taught me a lot.
I learned that standing up for yourself is a great thing, but not everyone will like it. People will alienate you for it. But you’re better off without those people.
I learned that judging a book by its cover is something I definitely need to do less of, because
I could have missed out on some awesome people, had I continued to let my preconceived notions get in the way.
I learned that it IS possible to look back on hard times and smile. Maybe not every day, but most days.
I learned that what I want, what I need in life, needs to come first. I can’t be happy with others, if I am not happy with myself.
I learned that, even at 30, high school drama still exists.
I learned that I can have wrinkles on my face, and still be beautiful.
I learned that even when you think you know it all, there is still someone out there who can tell you you’re wrong, without hurting you.
I learned that sometimes, you just have to give in and let yourself be supported for a change.
I am absolutely blessed in life, surrounded by good people, and while it took some struggles to get here, I know it’s where I am meant to be.
So, you know what, 30? I started off hating you, but actually, I think I’ve fallen in love with you. Sadly, our time is over. But I hear your buddy, 31, ain’t so bad. Guess I’ll give him a spin for a year or so.