This week marks my journey from my 20s into my 30s. Shockingly, this isn't throwing me for a loop, making me lament the loss of my youth, or worrying me about what the next decade holds. Instead, it just makes me excited.
When I turned 27, I remember feeling OLD. I remember feeling like my late 20s were on the horizon. I remember feeling like I wasn't where I wanted to be in life. I remember being worried about what direction my life was going.
I'm happy to say that my segue into the 30s finds me happy, healthy, and excited for what's next. My RA has been under control for so long, there are times I forget I have it altogether. I have the very best family and friends in the whole entire world. And Dan gives me a reason to smile every single day.
When I turned 29, I promised myself that I'd run 500 miles in the next year. I wanted to push myself to get in some serious mileage before I turned 30. I have one more week, and only nine more miles to go!
So, turning 30 means a new year, a new running age bracket, and a new decade full of wonderfulness. Bring. It. On.
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HaPpY bIrThDaY!!!
ReplyDeleteI just turned 40 and have to say my 30's were the best years of my life, thus far. I expect my 40's to be even better :)
Thanks, Kristal! I'm looking forward to what's to come! Happy Birthday to you too! :)
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