I am more inclined to look ahead. I have some amazing women in my life and you know what? The ones to whom I most relate and look to for inspiration are in their 30s already. They have dropped the act, the pretense, the anxiety. They have shown me that there is a lot I do not know, and I eagerly lap up their shared wisdom. There is something slightly glamorous, mysterious and intriguing to me about these women, and I am very much looking forward to being taken into the fold.
I am not denying that turning 30 is a milestone, and I will review what my 20s have meant and included. Tonight, though, I am turning my gaze upwards and ahead. I am brimming with anticipation for what's yet to come, because it is a big mystery. I don't have any immediate goals or visions. I am feeling very much like a clean slate, ready for what's next. I am shedding the need to reach expectations (from myself and others) and instead opening myself up to what may be possible if I just listen, follow my curiosity, and trust. That a new decade begins today is infinitely wondrous to me.
In this understanding, I am excited for all of my future milestone birthdays. I am excited to be a woman of 30 today, entering a new stage of life beyond dating, having babies and going to school. I am excited to turn 40 and 50 and, one day, 60, because the women I see who have reached those ages are exponentially more self-assured, wise and confident. I am now a key demographic for advertisers selling wrinkle cream, Botox treatments and maintaining a youthful physique. The years I spent in front of a mirror in my 20s are enough to last a lifetime, so instead of continuing that, I'm exploring a different kind of reflection.
I am ready, here I am, age 30. Go!