After I turned 21, I stopped thinking about my age because I didn’t want to deal with growing “old”. But for some reason, I was excited to turn 30. In fact, I welcomed it.
There’s something about the big 3-0 that makes you feel so sure about yourself. You’re a full-fledged adult. I still don’t have a single clue what my purpose in life is, but I feel so much more comfortable in my own skin. My self-esteem has immensely improved. I also think less about myself and more about the people I love. Of course, I still have my moodswings (who doesn’t?) but each time I catch myself I try to channel my energy into something more worthwhile. It takes effort, but it makes me feel loads better.
Earlier I caught a Facebook broadcast about appreciating what you have, and it made me look back at all my struggles from childhood to adulthood. It reminded me of all the sacrifices I had to make and the physical, mental, and emotional hardships I had to endure. Despite everything, I am incredibly thankful. I wouldn’t be where I am right now if not for those experiences Thank you to everyone who sent their birthday wishes! I know it’s been 2 weeks since but I just want to let you know I appreciate you all