It was a sudden lack of air and this moment of clarity that I realize I am turning 30 this year. With the day fast approaching I thought I would feel different, maybe more grown up. Just like all the milestones I’ve hit in my life however I didn’t see any difference. The only thing I’m aware of is my certainty. I know what I want to do and what I need to be happy.
I am not even mad I’m turning 30.
The day is now upon us and I’m a little relieved. While I know I am getting older and probably shouldn’t be wearing/doing/saying certain things anymore, but I don’t care. 30 is just a number I utter to people when they ask my age.