So, today is my 30th Birthday. Yes, this one time only, I am going to admit it. After today, I go back to being 25. For at least 5 more years, or until I decide that the 30s is a decent age to be.
I have never really liked changing decades. It seems that entering a new decade brings you into a new set of cultural expectations that I am not sure I am really ready for. My husband, on the other hand, is really hoping that “sexual peak” rumors are true.
I wonder if I am where I thought I would be at 30. Let’s take a quick inventory:
I am married (check)
I have two kids (check, check)
They are 2 boys (hmm, kinda thought I’d have one of each, so check, buzz)
I work full time in a career that I really love (check)
I have a house (check) that is paid for (buzz)
I have retirement savings (buzz, must work on this)
I traveled to Europe (buzz)
I support, with my time, energy & dollars a cause that I am passionate about (buzz, sadly)
I am healthy (check)
I am joyful (check)
I have a creative outlet (semi-buzz, I have the supplies, not the time!)
So, overall, I thought I would be successful at: family, job, some travel, financially comfortable, and be making a difference in the wider world. I am clearly not there yet, so I guess I know what I will be working on in my 30s!
Maybe this won’t be so bad after all……