Turning thirty. Wow that feels odd to say. Feels even more strange to be celebrating it today.
I’m not ashamed about turning 30 or sad about getting older. I tell people proudly “I’m turning thirty – celebrating in Hawaii!”, or to my coworkers just out of college who do nightly happy hours: “I can’t hang with you kids I’m almost thirty!”. So this isn’t a pity party, just a touch of disbelief. How can I be 30? Someone check my birth certificate – oh okay it does say 1983? I’ve been told I look young, can you check it again? Still 1983 huh.
I’m guessing it’s a feeling that will echo throughout the rest of my life. I can’t imagine 40 or 50 or 60 but I know well enough now that time seems to speed up the older I get, and when I’m lucky enough to reach those ages I’ll feel just like I do today – how did I get here so fast?
Rather than obsess over the fact that I’m no longer in my twenties I’m spending today being thankful. Thankful for my health, for my awesome family, for my loyal friends, for a career that provides retirement savings (because I’ll need that soon!), health insurance, and paid time off so I could be in Maui this week. I’m thankful for my education, my life experiences, and the means to travel and explore the world. I’m thankful that the opportunity to live and work abroad happened at this stage of my life, because who knows what this next decade will bring.
I couldn’t have predicted that my twenties would have me graduating from Gonzaga, getting my MBA, working for a fast-growing tech company, moving to Spokane, Spain, Phoenix, and Seattle, and then ultimately relocating to London. Not to mention all the amazing people I’ve met along the way through work, school, and friends of friends. Many of my best friendships have been formed in my twenties.
Cheers to 30 and thank you to my family and friends for supporting my life choices. You’re the best and I know I’ll always have a place to call home because of you.