This is 30.
At this point in my life, I haven’t quite grown out of the “baby fat” in my round cheeks or the fact that I still sprint up the stairs coming up from our basement with the irrational fear that someone is chasing me. I still enjoy unwinding with a good coloring book (not the adult versions – give me a good Lisa Frank) and a glass of wine, hate talking on the phone, and will likely forever leave my dirty clothes in a pile on the bathroom floor for at least a few hours after each shower (sorry, babe).
While some things never change, I certainly have seen my fair share of transformations in the last three decades: Among the obvious, I’ve experienced a change of career, change of appearance (I like to think I’m aging like a fine wine, but let’s face it – these hips have rounded out a bit over the years!), and had a few instances where I’ve felt a shift in my personal identity (for the better). I have loved and I have lost. I have taken giant leaps of faith, and I have had said faith tested several times. (Spoiler alert: the faith always comes out on top.)
In my 30 years of life, I have grown and matured and slowly but surely settled comfortably into the woman God intended me to be. I am a mother, a wife, a sister, a daughter, an aunt, a friend, an entrepreneur, and I am looking forward to all the things this new decade has in store for me.
Cheers to no longer being a 20-something, and never truly growing up!