THINGS THAT SURPRISED ME ABOUT 30

 I was thirty.  Before me stretched the portentous menacing road of a new decade. –F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

I turned 30 last week. It doesn’t feel upsetting or sad–mostly it just feels weird.

Some things that have surprised me about 30:

I’m still childless, and that’s ok.  I always thought I would have at least two kids by the time I turned 30, but the bitties are still the closest thing to children in our home.  I don’t feel sad about this; I’m grateful to have had this time alone with Jon, as I know the next decade will hold sleeplesss nights and many (many) trips to Babies R Us and the change of everything. And, let’s be honest–the bitties are awesome.

I don’t feel grownup.

I don’t have it all together.  I’m out of shape, I’m still in debt, projects I started years ago have been left undone and are still cluttering up my house. I’m totally not the amazing, together person I thought I’d be at 30.  Turning 30 has been a good wake up call to stop putting things off.  I want FREEDOM in every aspect of my life, which I know will require me to buckle down and do some hard things first.  Bring it, 30!

I’m just now figuring out my style and learning how to put clothes together.  Bless.

Eating poorly now makes me feel like crap.  It’s been pretty wheels-off, food wise, around here the past few weeks with my trip to Asheville, my birthday, and Christmas treats galore.  And I might actually die.

I’m still holding onto that beautiful French Connection sweater I bought when I was 18 that’s always been just a bit too small. Maybe it’ll fit when I’m 40?