In less than a month I shall be the grand old age of 30. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it.
Part of me thinks, sure, it’s just a number but it’s a relative number. Most women my age are settled with families and although that’s not exactly what I want, I don’t want to be living with my parents, jobless with no prospects. In that way, it’s a little depressing.
In some ways though, I can look to 30 to be a new start for me. Put behind me the depression and lows of my 20s and pick up the decade of 3 with zest for life and renewed determination. i could look at it like my life is just beginning.
I’m hoping that is true! So in 18 days, I shall no longer be a 20 something woman but a 30 something woman and I’m not going to be depressed about that. 30 is the new 20 and I’ll hear no more on the issue. 🙂