Today began like any other day.
I woke up, hit my alarm
two three five times, rolled out of bed and slowly greeted the morning. After I got done pouring myself o ne two three bowls of Frosted Flakes and two four five cups of coffee, something hit me.
I’m 30! As in, three decades, six whole hands, in-bed-by-nine and keeps-hard-candy-in her-pockets-at-all-times years old.
I want to preface this by saying that I’ve never really been one to harbor on the whole age thing. I’m one of those cliche weirdos who go around touting that “age is but a number” and “you are only as old as you feel.” And I’ve fully and wholeheartedly believed that.
But the big 3-0.
That’s kind of a big one.
As I sat there hovering over my kitchen counter this morning, I couldn’t help but get just the teeny, tiniest bit sentimental.
I’ve been a lot of things in my 30 years.
I started out at as the preemie baby, the girl who beat the odds.
I was a daughter, grand-daughter, sister and best friend.
I was a t-ball player turned soccer ace turned wanna-be track star.
I was a book nerd, writer, baseball nut and avid ice cream aficionado.
I was a student and forever-learner who would go on to become a college and graduate school alum.
I was a struggling young professional just trying to find her way, searching for an opportunity to make her mark on the world.
I was a girlfriend, an ex-girl friend and hopeless romantic (even though I would never admit to that last one).
I was an eternal optimist, dreamer, thinker and doer.
I’ve been a lot of things in my 30 years, but most recently, I’ve been me. Just me.
This ‘just me’ has been fortunate enough to have thirty years of memories.
Thirty years of experiences.
Thirty years of accomplishments and heartbreak and laughter and joy. Thirty years full of places I’ve seen, people I’ve met, lessons I’ve learned and moments I would drop everything for just to relive one more time.
Thirty years have certainly given ‘just me’ many things: my first gray hair, face wrinkle and a whole new appreciation for Spanx. But what I’m most grateful for, the things that make me genuinely excited about turning the big 3-0? Those are yet to be seen, heard or felt.
For my 30th year around the sun, I’m going to be chasing these things, the things that light me up, make me so happy I find myself smiling for no particular reason. I want to do the things and see the places and feel the feels that make me feel like the truest version of myself.
We all have the ability to choose who we are and what defines us, no matter what point in life we are in.
For this next chapter in my life, I think I kinda want to pick and choose my favorite elements from each past phase (*with mayyyyybe the exception of that whole crimped hair thang because no one needs to see that ever, ever again!) to curate a brand-spankin’ new one, one that’s filled with adventure, excitement, happiness, passion and full-on, hard-core life-living.