Today I am officially the big 3-0. I’ve hit my thirties. And I’m not upset at all. I thought I would be, but in the end I feel like I’ve come so far in just a year. And my life feels like it’s just beginning. High school was not the best years of my life. Neither was college. Those are myths. Sure I have good memories of those eight years, but they are definitely not the best memories I have.
A year ago I was getting ready to move into the Nerdcave with my nerdmate. I was nervous, but excited. A year ago I hadn’t begun the path to my doctorate. I was still not even sure I was going to go through with it. My PhD was still a fantasy I wasn’t sure I’d be able to afford or accomplish. I had friendships, but I didn’t realize how strong those friendships would become or how important they would be. A year ago I was finally beginning to pull my boots out of the mud and move forward with my life. I love my life. I’m extraordinarily happy. I’ve been extremely lucky. And I thank the Maker everyday.
I have a wonderful home with a man I love. I have two delightful and adorable children. I have terrific friends, the kinds of friends I always wanted and never believed I could have. We do game night almost every month, and D&D nights whenever possible. It’s a dream come true. I wear leggings and skinny jeans, which I honestly never thought I would be able to do in a million years, because my best friend convinced me that I could. I have more confidence than I ever had before. My life is honestly so much better than I imagined possible even a year ago.
I don’t feel old. I don’t feel like I’ve lost anything. My youth is not gone. The few gray hairs that have sprouted up are easily covered, and they’ve been growing since I was in my early twenties. I’m not worried about suddenly no longer being able to do the things I’ve always wanted to do. I feel like my life has been on hold for a very long time, and I’m ready for it to start again. I’ve been waiting so long and now it’s my turn.
This is the year I start doing all the things I’ve wanted to do. This is the year I start living. This is the year of cosplays and killer cakes. This is the year of confidence and creativity. This is the year of new adventures and experiences. This is the year I start living for myself instead of just existing. This is the year of a new chapter, a brand new path. This is the year of new beginnings.
The best years of you life are the ones you make. And I intend to make all of them the best they can be.