This Getting Old Is New: Why I Refuse to Hate My 30s

Last year, I was saying, "I'm almost 30" for the few months leading up to my birthday. I remember people kept responding to the admission with apologies and sympathetic, furrowed brows. They would inevitably jump in with some consoling exclamation like, "Oh! I'm so sorry." "Oh, no. You'll be okay." Or my personal favorite, "Oh, I'm not worried about you..." Everybody seemed to want me to freak out about that particular milestone. And even now, a year later, I still get heckled with people insisting life should be anxiety inducing because I've hit 30. But, everybody -- respectfully and I mean this in the nicest way possible... I must tell you to shut it. I love my 30s. This age bracket suits me, I think. Lord knows I don't want to relive my 20s. A time spent in a constant state of middle ground. My footing always uneven. Feeling like I was constantly waiting for my life to start. And I'm not saying I have it all figured out now (that's for damn sure), but I am much more aware of the power that I possess. And maybe, more than anything, I've accepted this whole life situation as a moving, changing entity. One without right or wrong. Time, a flow that brings you to the next step. Never able to get there without being here. Sure, when I was young I thought that by 30 I would have an Oscar and a husband (oy). A house. High thread count sheets. My closet wouldn't be full of polyester blends, and I would be the most conventionally successful person the world has ever seen! Realit...
Source: Healthy Living - The Huffington Post - Category: Consumer Health News Source Type: news