I turned 31 years old today. And I have to say… 30 was a good age!
I’d looked forward to my 30s since my mid-20s. I know, weird, right? But I always felt my 30s would be the years that I settled in to life. I figured out where I was headed and got there. It would be my banner decade of life.
And so far? It’s going that direction. In the last 365 days, I’ve suddenly felt a lot of wisdom about things: financially and career-wise. I’ve started to build a confidence in my career goals, and in the same breath I’ve found a want to do anything it takes to get there. Its not the whole, “Oh this is what I want so it should happen right NOW” mindset that I think I had an element of previously. No, now its more, “This is what I want, and I need to learn how to get there… and then DO THAT.”
So, within that fact, my 30s have, already in the first year of it, been a journey of wonderfully positive proportions. In fact at this rate, 31 should be even better! And here is hoping I am right about that.
Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday. Happy Birthday to me!
Happy belated birthday! Hope 31 is your best year yet.
Thank you so much!!!
I really hope I gain the clarity that you’ve received this past year during my 30th year… so far I’m just more confused. LOL
I think confusion is important, though. Lord knows I had plenty the last several years, and I have it at times still. But confusion forces you to sit back and take stock, and sometimes it just helps you see where NOT to go more than where TO go.