Thoughts on Turning 30
Oh my goodness! It's been the longest time. Will I ever be consistent with this blog? Probably not but we move.
I cannot believe that I am writing this blog post as a 30 year old. I think I was 20 when I started this blog and wow, what a journey.
It's fair to say I've learned a few lessons along the way and I really don't know what this post will be. I just opened the page and started writing.
My 20s have mostly been enjoyable. Ups and downs but what else did I expect? 20 year old me thought she'd have settled down and got married by now. Let's all laugh together. I'm glad I didn't get my way. Honestly, I've seen a lot of seemingly solid relationships crumble in front of my eyes. I have dated terribly! Not a lot of men...just the wrong one over and over.
I digress. I can honestly say that I look in the mirror and I am proud of who I am. I know that a lot of women don't feel that way. Let me tell you something: I am not me by accident. It all took work.
I've felt it creeping up on me but there's a sense of freedom that comes with turning 30, I think. I went into my 20s with a lot of expectations on myself. Must succeed in my career. Must buy a property. Must marry the man of my dreams. Must do this. Must do that.
Not to mention the expectations that I felt from society and the world around me. Well, let me tell you something: a lot of what I thought I wanted and needed to be classed as 'thriving' absolutely did not happen. And you know what? That's okay.
For this decade, I have hopes, dreams, big goals, faith, all the ambitions I've ever had and a great big dollop of confidence on top of that.
And I'm going to try my best (no promises) to keep up with my blog. There's so so much that I could share with you, so I'm silencing the voice that says I'm not interesting enough and cracking on.
If you're not where you thought you'd be, don't put pressure on yourself. You're so much more blessed than you realise.
Thank you so much for sticking around!
Lots of love,