The day has come, my friends. I am officially a 30-year-old today. When and how that happened, I couldn't tell you, but it's the truth. Happy Birthday to me!
30 has always been that "magical" age where I thought I'd have it all. The dream job, the house, the family, the money, you name it... for some reason 30 just sounded like the age that life really was booming for people. And let's just put it out there. My life is nothing that I'd dreamed up years ago. Is it better, is it worse? No, it just IS. Life is full of its up and downs. I've made countless decisions and taken numerous paths to get to where I am today. I don't know where it will continue to lead me, but I'm certainly going to enjoy the ride.
What I do know for sure?
I'm happy with myself.
I don't look to others for validation.
I believe in my marriage and in my role as a wife and mother.
I cherish "me time" and have no problem saying no when I need to.
I still make mistakes, but I always learn from them.
I value a good night's sleep, but still stay up too late, too often.
I have fallen in love with convenience- if it will save me time, sign me up.
I am totally blessed with this life I've been given.
I will still pick the Cincinnati Bengals to go to the Super Bowl. Every. Single. Year. ;)
So cheers to 30 years. Cheers to living life and embracing every age and stage.