I have always loved the number 30. They say that 30 is the new 20, whoever “they” is, but I say 30 is the new 30. I’m learning to be content with each passing year of my life, because quite frankly, I am convinced that my life is just getting better and better. Life is all about perspective, so I am confident that, armed with such an attitude, my years will continue to ring true to my expectations.
Today is my last day in my twenties. I am not mourning losing my “youth” instead, I’m practically counting down the minutes until the very beautiful (although forecasted to be rainy) day of May 17th. My thirties promises to be a whole new chapter of my life. Within the next two weeks I will have celebrated in Miami, swam underneath an overwater bungalow in Bora Bora and changed my last name to Synan in marrying the man of my dreams.
Our age does not define us nor limit us, that is, unless we let it. Celebrate the gift that is found in each passing day, passing week, and passing year of your life. You are not too old, you are not too young, you are exactly where you are meant to be, so give thanks and live it up.