Today isn’t just any kind of Mini Chocolate Cake with Sour Cream Frosting kind of day… today we have cake for a monumental milestone.
I’m turning 30 YEARS OLD!
Insert all the shocked
But then, a week before the big date, it hit me. 30! THIRTY. THREE-ZERO. THREE DECADES.
I know many have turned 30 and survived, and I’m not concerned about “getting old”, or having the number 30 tied to me. In fact, I’m quite looking forward to it.
It’s just those “imposter syndrome” thoughts – yes, even about age (haha, I can’t be the only one!)… part of me still feels like a teenager, part of me feels like too much of an adult (hello, student loans and electricity bills), and part of me just keeps living life not even realizing age exists!
30 feels super-duper-adult-like… it’s like as a 20-something, you’re “allowed” to figure it all out still. But then 30 hits and you’re considered to be a legit adult. I know this is all a bit dramatic, and yes possibly blown up, but thanks for bearing with me through this age acceptance. 😂
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