I am 6 months away from turning 30.
6 months ago I was freaking out about this.
And now I am welcoming it. Though I don't enjoy the fact that I must stretch before exercising, I have to take Gas-X in order to travel by plane, and I am sore after a day of baby wrangling, I am ok with the grey hairs that pop up on the crown of my head and I like the little droop of my skin on my face. The makeup now settles just so, and though I often miss shaving a few hairs on my legs that are right at the ankle bone part, my age makes me care way less about even having my legs cleanly shaven.
I look at photos of myself from even just a few years ago, and in many ways I don't remember that girl. I am so grateful for the amazing evolution that time brings. What a blessing to have another day to learn, change and grow. So, I'm ok with the 3-0. And I will try my best to enjoy my last little bit of my twenties. Ah, youth.