On the first of October, I hit that milestone most cringe over- THIRTY.
I won’t lie, I was dreading it. But I didn’t really know why besides the fact that other people always spoke about how ‘old’ it feels.
It is a large milestone, though, in my eyes anyways.
But one to celebrate not run from.
The night before my birthday, I sat in bed thinking back on how far I’d come in thirty SHORT years.
I also realized why they call it The Dirty Thirty. (At least why I think).
Nearly everything happens in your twenties. All that messy stuff.
It did for me, anyway.
I bought a house (18, actually, but close enough).
I went to college and earned a crap ton of debt!
I got married.
I started my career as a nurse.
I had all three of my children!
I bought another house!
And unless you’re the more privileged kind, then you know all the other DIRTY stuff that comes along with all those milestones.
I made a lot of mistakes. A lot. But, I learned from them.
So, I think by the time you make it to age 30, you’re battered, beaten, filthy! You’ve seen some shit, you’ve had to prove yourself, you’ve made your mark.
Thirty is starting an exciting time for me. I’m established and much wiser than I was a decade ago.
Thirty is when I perfect this life I’ve gotten so dirty making.
Thirty is when I can sit back and begin to relax a little. When I can take some pride in how far I’ve come.
Thirty is the decade of the woman you want to watch out for. Women in their thirties are old enough to know best and yet still young enough to keep your attention. These women are confident and beautiful, smart and unwavering. They have a voice to be heard and don’t pay much attention to the opinions of others.
Although, I’ve just started this journey as a thirty something, I’ve already realized that this is my time. I’m stronger and happier than I’ve ever been. And who doesn’t want that?
So, bring it on 3-0. Show me whatchu got.