I’ve been in my thirties for a year now. Tomorrow is my birthday. I know so many women in their thirties that make it look so easy, so appealing, but I don’t feel like I am one of those women. I feel very youthful and energetic, but I feel like I am aging. I know 30 is not middle aged, but my theory is when you are a child and a teenager your body is maturing and developing to it’s fullest potential! Then you coast along through your twenties. Then you turn thirty and your body begins to slowly decay. You find your first wrinkle or grey hair and your mortality becomes a reality, even though it’s been there all along. 

Okay, I am sounding really dramatic. Let me explain. I don’t feel senile by any means. In fact I think I am more comfortable in my skin than I have ever been. I am just saying that I am aware that I have come into a new season of life and it’s a little weird. 
It’s weird that I can remember what my mom was like at my age. 
And to know that I am almost older than Jesus ever was (on earth). Scary.
It’s strange that in 5 years I will have been married half my life! 
I also realized the other day that I’ve been a mother longer than I was in High School. High School felt really long and the past five years have just flown by. 
I’ll say it again, I don’t mind being in my thirties. I look forward to the days ahead. I don’t feel like I have to try and fit into any mold other than my own. It’s liberating. I will leave you with this quote, which to me says it all…

Here’s to 30!