Happy new month!
So I'll be turning 30 in a few days. I know what you might be thinking. Isn't 30 supposed to be a turning point, a milestone that prompts reflection and contemplation? Well, you're right
Am scared.
Turning 30 has a certain weight to it, doesn't it? It's an age that society designates as the change from impetuous youth to more responsible adulthood. But let me tell you Maina, this 30 feels like much more than just a shift in numbers. It's like reaching the peak of a mountain and taking a moment to catch my breath before moving on to the next section of the trek.
But again..
My twenties were a blur of adventures and revelations. They were about self-discovery, taking risks, making mistakes, and learning from them. I mean, 20s was a time of exploration. I was lost between my grind, focusing on my growth, inspiring others, and dodging bad vibes. I forged friendships that became my anchor, and I said goodbye to ties that were no longer beneficial. I didn't say goodbye literally, but the weak links were severed by nature. I also chased dreams, achieved some, and reimagined others. Despite slipping and losing my balance, I managed to rise even stronger.
So..
As my 30th birthday draws near, I can't help but reflect on the past. My teenage experiences are still clearly and freshly imprinted in my memory. But you know what? This isn't a time of panic or a warning to be afraid of time passing. Instead, it's an opportunity for me to stand tall, embracing the beautiful tapestry of experiences that have brought me here—woven together with threads of growth, strength, and the thrilling anticipation of what lies ahead.
Remember those days of teenage innocence? It's funny how they seem like cherished relics of a bygone era, with their blend of awkwardness and uncontrollable zeal. Those memories serve as a reminder of the groundwork on which my journey was built.
Ooh, my twenties were the best of my life, and I owe it all to the unexpected encounters, brave decisions, and even the obstacles that attempted to hold me back. They have all influenced who I am now.
My experiences have shaped me. Did I mention, the laugh line at the corner of my eyes that tells a story of joy shared, and the scars on my heart that proof of the love that once bloomed? I know. I also want to sincerely apologize to the men I dated while I was in my 20s. I wasn't prepared for the affection from outside. I'm choosing to accept my past with gratitude and appreciation rather than regret as I get closer to 30.
And the future?
Well, I'm positive. I imagine that my thirties will bring a unique set of struggles and victories. New objectives, horizons, and maybe new responsibilities will need to be pursued. My life's canvas needs many more paintbrush strokes and shade explorations before it is finished.
So here's the thing.
Like a snake, I'm shedding a younger, more exploitable, and insecure version of myself behind. In its place stands someone more in tune with her interests, tolerant of her flaws, and more appreciative of the journey itself.
In just a few days, the calendar will flip, signifying my thirtieth birthday. And guess what? The butterflies in my stomach are of excitement and not fear. It's not over; It's only a new chapter opening. I mean, I'm beginning a new stage of life, one that promises growth, enlightenment, and an in-depth understanding of what it is to truly live.
So here's to 30 and beyond—may the adventure continue, with open hearts and the promise of more memories to create, lessons to learn, and dreams to chase.
