When my youngest sister was born, I made the joke that one day, when she was 15, I’d be 30 and have to look up at her and tell her she couldn’t borrow my car. I mean, 30 was so far away, it was almost laughable that this scenario could ever happen.
Well,,,
Yes, I have crossed the divide and am now in my 4th decade on this planet. Everything has gone exactly according to plan with no bumps in my life whatsoever, and I’m looking forward to the rest of my perfectly planned life to happen with absolutely no surprises.
In all seriousness, and as someone who generally dislikes their birthday, I’m a bit conflicted about turning 30. Last year, I posted a lovely recap of my year of failure on this blog to celebrate 29, and since then, things have changed drastically - which almost perfectly sums up my 20s. I went from unemployed to employed (although still waiting on that all-important work visa), got engaged (this is possibly the most out of character thing for me) and got to visit Botswana, Zambia, South Africa and London in the span of 7 months. I started graduate school, and I’ve finally settled on a career in sports while also rekindling my passion for air travel as a hobby. No matter how you slice it, I’ve had one hell of a good year.
However, it wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t unnecessarily anxious for the future, as if there’s a roadmap I should be following. I’m still petrified about my visa, and what happens if it doesn’t go through. I’ve also somehow committed myself to be married at some point - I supposed that’s why you get engaged after all - and have no idea what that will look like. In short, I’m having the exact same issues that you’d read in an advice column.
What comes next, I do not know. But for now, I’m healthy, happy, and feeling good about where I am for the first time in a long time. In the grand scheme of things, 30 is looking good. We’ll see how it all plays out.