When I turned thirty, I posed for a picture holding a cardboard sign with the words “goodbye twenties” sprawled across it with a black sharpie. My friend said to me at the time: You’re going to love your thirties. You know who you are, what you want, and how to make it happen.
Boy was she right.
I made big changes to my life before this picture was taken. I said goodbye to relationships that brought me down. I focused my heart on the positive ones. I paid more attention to myself. I started working out again. I began to eat better. I smiled more.
I stopped sitting on the sidelines and letting opportunities pass by, grasping only at the straws of missed memories. I danced my heart out at a Bon Jovi concert. I booked a vacation. I fell in love.
In my thirties, I embrace more of life’s wonders with each passing day, which are too often camouflaged within the nooks and crannies of each experience, each memory, each hug hello and kiss goodbye. In my thirties, each day tops the one before … each year better than the last. I am consumed with happiness. My heart is full. This post, which isn’t quite detailed or lengthy, serves simply as a whisper – from my heart as it sings out tribute to my life, the memories past, and the best that’s yet to come.
Hello, 32. You’re beautiful and I’m ready.