I know it’s just a number. I know it’s just another decade or stage in life. But what I realized was the wisdom and experience behind the years is something that only hits you or will hit you during this age,
during this decade, where everything starts to make sense, where you can see more of who you are and why things played out the way they did.
“I turned 30 today.
I enter this new stage with optimism, a light soul, surrounded by friends that love me. I enter this new decade as unapologetic me.
I’m here to stay.”
“I just turned 30 last week and I feel like I learned a lifetime of lessons packed into two years at the tail end of my 20’s. It wasn’t a smooth path into this new era of my life by any means, but looking at the stronger, wiser, more self-loving woman I’ve become, it was worth every painful, f***ed up second.”
I watch the girl in the cheap mirror of my bathroom, in the darkened windows between screeching subway stations, in the elegant shopping windows of the upper east-side musing.