It hasn’t fully hit me yet that it is 2018. This is the year that I turn 30 and all my life 30 seemed like this far away land that was so very much off in the distance future.
Growing up, I felt like I was sold this dream or idea about what life was supposed to look like at this age. I would have this fabulous career, a handsome af husband, a fancy home and probably a kid or two. That life seems very much off in the distance future too.
And although my life does not resemble the above I am still A-ok to be turning the big three-oh. Getting older doesn’t occur like a bad thing to me even though our society idolizes the youth, or at least looking youthful.