Not so long ago my family, friends and I celebrated an event of particular historic value: I officially turned 30 years old. Ugh, it somehow still feels strange to even type out. But…here we go, the cat is out of the bag.
So, you are assuming to get an invite to my pity party? Aww I am sorry to disappoint, but I am giving the pity party a pass. No gift bag for you. 😉
Truth be told: I was expecting to feel rather miserable. It’s a new decade after all – a new beginning for most. The age in which I am entirely responsible for my own actions and – unfortunately – can’t turn to “I am old enough to know better, but too young to resist”. Now, I am supposed to simply know better.
Anyways, many bloggers take this occasion to reflect and come up with articles such as “30 Things to Do by 30”, “Things I’ve learned by 30” or “Things I wish I’ve known with 20”. Well,… obviously I have reflected, too. I suppose it’s a natural thing to do right before turning 30. However, my dialogue with my 20-year-old-self has turned out quite differently.
Instead of lecturing my 20-year-old-self with the feigned wisdom of a 30-year-old, I simply smiled and said thank you. I admire my younger self for being clumsy, naive, thoughtless and inconsiderate. And to be honest, I hope this encounter will serve as a reminder to take some of this improvidence back.
Nonetheless, let’s make one thing clear: I am still young, 30 is not old #DontYouDareArgueWithMe
Yes, I might not be baby-faced, I have to watch my diet, I came to enjoy wine and occasionally I need a nap. But you know what? It’s all fine with me.
I am glad that somehow and unexpectedly I am welcoming this new decade with my arms wide open. So let’s raise our glasses. Here’s to us and our promise to make our 30’s even wilder than our 20’s.