Today I am turning the dreaded 3-OH (sorry about the last post--I think I alluded to the fact my birthday was Saturday, but it wasn't. But thanks for the early birthday wishes! They are much appreciated!).
I thought I would feel worse about it than I do. I've been dreading it for the past 2 years. After much discussion with my friends about not wanting to head into my 30's, I have concluded that it is what it is. I can't change that I am now 30. I can't go back in time and change my life. And I wouldn't want to anyway.
I am blessed in my life. I have a great family, an amazing husband, incredible friends, a roof over my head, an interesting job, and a God that loves me and never leaves me. What do I have to complain about? Nothing.
So what if I have kissed my 20s goodbye? They had their time, and I while I loved my 20s, I have hope that my 30s are going to be even better.