For months prior to turning 30, I had an irrational pit of fear growing in my gut that lurked behind every balloon, every party hat, and every cupcake I encountered (which was a surprisingly high amount considering I don't work at a party store, or a clown store--wait, do these things exist? Just the thought of this is terrifying). The thought of leaving my 20's behind caused me to simultaneously celebrate and fear the impending decade as there are many things I'm happy to leave behind, but very little to look forward to. The following chart pictates (depicts+dictates in picture form) my expectations of turning and being 30 with the reality of the situation as I've come to know it.
Well, it could have been a lot worse. And I'm barely a week in so I'm sure there's more to come. But I might actually start to be looking forward to this decade. And cupcakes help. Does that count?
*PSA: Please donate your brain thoughts to this blog by leaving a comment that shares something I should be looking forward to in my 30s.
I am feeling very old now, haha, if I had realized it was your 30th birthday I MIGHT of made a bigger deal out of my post to you. It is hard to believe that I still have you lodged in the back of my brain after all this time. That was an awesome time in my life and I am so pleased to see you have grown into such a pretty young lady and that you have a beautiful little family and things are going well for you.
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