Wednesday, April 4, 2012

On Being 30


This week I turned the big 3-0. How strangely different it feels than when I turned 20  -- mostly because it doesn't feel strange at all. 

I feel like I know who I am the most on this birthday than any birthday before it. And I wouldn't trade that confidence for any carefree year of my 20s. 

As I was laying awake the night before my birthday, Scott asked me "Are you scared to be 30?" 

I laughed so hard, I nearly choked. 

Scared? Heck no. 

I welcome the confident, wise, mature person I'm becoming. 

I welcome the "I don't care what you think about me" attitude as I walk into Target unshowered after a long work day. 

I welcome the "I'm a pale, freckle-faced ginger who doesn't tan" pride that my younger self never had. 

I welcome the ability to put myself in others' shoes in a way I didn't experience before. The exhausted mother who snaps at her whiny kid in Target doesn't mean she's a horrible mom, it just means she's surviving. The guy who cut you off in traffic isn't necessarily a jerk, he might just be late to work after his kid had a meltdown that morning. 

So … am I scared? 

Nah. I'm ready. 

At least for the next nine years. Then I might reconsider.  






1 comment:

  1. Great pics. Katie, you will love the big 4-0, it started the best time of my life and it just keeps getting better and better.

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