(Part I of Unwritten Posts)
I’ve been 30 years old for 7 months now. Not very long, but long enough to notice some changes between my late 20’s and the third decade I have been privileged to see. These changes include (but are not limited to):
The GYM is NOT an option. My metabolism has definitely s l o w e d. However, my commitment to the gym has been a pleasant surprise with additional perks. There are great benefits to keeping a predictable schedule and not letting my monthly membership fees go to waste. For one, my physical health and stamina is reaping benefits. I know what gym routine works for me. It’s group exercise. I attend at least two classes a week, and on a good week, three. I go often enough to see familiar faces (don’t know anyone’s names yet!) and I feel an unspoken camaraderie between us. I am also pretty familiar with the dance routines, which allow more of that sense of belonging. Going to the gym has added benefits—it helps de-stress, clear my brain, and take my mind off a busy day.
BEING CHILDLESS AT 30 sparks intrusive questions. I was at a house party recently and I had a woman incessantly probe as to why I wasn’t drinking alcohol. Bish, get out my cup. I had just met her. But apparently, when people are intoxicated and small talking they feel the freedom to ask very personal questions. I realize that I’m at the age where people are usually on their second or third child. I am aware that I have a “biological clock,” however I’m not here to beat a clock. I know if that time comes for me, it’ll be when it’s supposed be.
BEING 30 and looking 23 is a blessing. Great genes are the gifts that keep on giving!
Mental health therapy is for me. I treat my therapy the way I would treat a monthly hair appointment, or getting my nails done. It’s the way I maintain myself on the inside.
I can’t FAKE the FUNK, home is where the couch is. If I’m cranky and don’t want to be out anymore—I’m leaving. If I have already committed to something but get stuck on the couch, “I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to make it.” And in reality, even apologizing is soon to end.
I CAN’T BE OVERWORKED or STRESSED. I am a hard-worker by nature. Especially when it comes to my field, which I am SUPER passionate about. History has taught me that killing myself to make someone else money is not the move, and that “working too much” is not something I want to be known for. My life can’t be consumed by what I do and where I work. That’s just a part of me.
I PICK MY BATTLES. See previous point.
At 30, life continues to be filled with those moments that remind me how I don’t “look my age.” I’ve always felt more mature than the people who were my same age, and in my early twenties even hung out with people 5-7 years older than me. At 30, I think “10 years from now…where will I be?” How many passport stamps will I have? What coast will I be living on? Will I be happier? Will I have a published book?
These are all questions that have a direct bearing on right now. This moment. 11:44pm on a Tuesday night, sitting in front of the T.V. watching HGTV. Texting Brandon. Thinking about taking myself to the nail salon, because…I deserve pampering. The day-to-day moments that lead up to the life-altering ones.
I’m here for the moments,
7 thoughts on “I’m 30, Now What?”
Love the post and its sentiments.
Grown woman, indeed.
Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts!
Okay, that’s it. We’re twin sisters. 😜 I can relate to everything you wrote. The staying home, moving to the beat of your own drum. The only thing is, I resent working out.
You’re way ahead of the game; not trying to prove anything to anyone. Wish I was so insightful at 30.
By the way, you look 19 in that picture. My first thought when I saw it on Twitter. Yep, you got it from your mama. 😊
I think with working out, you really have to be motivated and find a routine that works for you. I used to think I could do the machines, I just can’t…but if you thoroughly enjoy a type of workout then you have to do what works for you. Everything isn’t for everybody.
Lol. 19?!! Yes! Except when the teen dudes come up to me and try to #ShootTheirShot. That happened to me quite often last year.
I really enjoy running on the track or on the sidewalk but 90% of the time it’s cold outside. So I run in-place inside… Yep, I can see that, you look super young.
Happy Birthday…7 months late but hey! LOL Anyways I love how your able to see how much you have grown and sharing that with us. Having a young face is a great thing!
When you are ready to have kids, then it will happen. Don’t worry about what others think!
lol better late than never! Sorry, I thought I had responded to your comment before. IF I have kids, I’d like to keep my online presence like you do! How do you even have time during your day for you? Teach me your ways. 🙂