Wow. I’m 30 years old. I’ve felt like an adult since I turned 18 and started paying my own bills and what not. But, damn. 30 is undeniably a friggin adult.
Here’s the thing about 30. It just kind of reset my goals. All those things that I wanted to do before 30? I wasn’t able to check them all off my list. But, I did cross some items out. I have been able to lose weight and even maintain within a frame. I have traveled across country multiple times. I’ve snowboarded. I’ve ridden a horse. I attempted to learn some code. I quit a job that was DRAINING me. I signed up for a personal trainer course (more on that later). I’ve accomplished sooooooo much. And, even though I didn’t do every single thing I wanted to do by the time the clock hit midnight…I survived. I’m still here. I don’t feel sad that I haven’t met all my goals. Cause now I have my 30s to meet those goals and change them and add to them. I’m still here and I’m still fighting. That’s the way I like it.