It’s funny how I never thought age would shift my sense of self, that is until I realized that I would be celebrating the last birthday in my twenties. It wasn’t the impending upcoming birthday – the big 3-0 – that bothered me (like it does for some), but the end of a decade. Being afraid of my thirties would only mean that I had regrets on the things I missed out in my twenties, which to be honest, are quite minimal. I have a soft spot for my 20s; they’ve been good to me and have given me insight on the
adult person I’ll eventually become in my 30′s.
As some might guess, I’m the kind of person that gets sentimental over things like that – saying goodbye to a previous decade to say hello to a new one. It gets me thinking about way too much. Oh, and people asking when Jason and I will have kids can do that to too.
I took Friday off from work just because an extra day to a long weekend sounded like such a nice thing. I gave myself a break and drank more coffee than I usually do, and ate things I usually don’t. I danced with great company on Saturday and watched movies all day on Sunday. It was a great weekend.
I’m currently writing a list of things I’d like to get through this year – something I should be doing more fervently with short and long-term goals.
Turning 30 is just a nice reminder.
My friend Elizabeth brought me a whole dozen Glory Hole donuts. They’re pretty fantastic.
They were good (even if a bit dry) the next morning with coffee.
I’ve also been coming along really well in my ceramics class. I’m thinking about signing up for a third class starting in April.
How have you all dealt with getting older? Did any of you have anxiety?
Hope you all had a great weekend! xx