**Long post** Welcome to 30.
Everyone thinks it’s going to be this big ass beautiful party with balloons, bottles& lots to celebrate.
Let’s be real for a second here, we’ve made it simply 18 years of legal age without killing ourselves, going to jail, and staying semi level headed throughout the whole thing.
Don’t know about you, I thought I had my life mapped OUT by the time I was 18, & again remapped at 25. Yesterday, on my 30th, I said fuck the map, clearly, the map hasn’t worked. All I did in my 20’s was fall ass over face trying to accomplish the things I found important to me.
Don’t get me wrong, I hustled hard, I loved loud, and had I as much fun as could, b/c why not, chin up tits out, right? That’s the only control we DO have.
Yesterday I pictured going very differently, even the months leading up to my celebration, as 29-year-olds, we all have this idea that we are going to leave our 20’s with a bang, b/c we deserve it for some reason. Like we worked hard enough in our 20’s and we dealt with enough shit, so now let’s do ‘er up right, in style!
Am I right? It never actually goes that way. The sad reality is, we wake up with some sort of regret, end up with one of the worst hang overs of our life, we pop an absurd amount of pills just to get by, and we lie there feeling like a garbage truck ran us over with no mercy.
I celebrated my 29th year, last year thinking my 30th was going to be MY best year yet, I cautiously and meticulously enjoyed myself, secretly waiting and hoping until 2019.
Patiently waiting and excited for the ultimate 3.0. to come around, thinking some sort of magic power would course through my veins that would make my life path clear and help strengthen me further. (Con't in comments. 😘✌️)