Closing the chapter on my 30s won’t be a sad affair. My 30s were good. I travelled. I explored. I lived. I took chances. I stepped outside my comfort zone. Every day I discovered a little more of who I am. I was angry. I was depressed. I freaked out.
Great relationships. Bad relationships. Mistakes. Successes. Career highs. Career lows. Drama.
My 30s were a mishmash of experience. I regret some but not too much.
I look to my 40s now with a better sense of who I am. I accept I cannot change my past but I can shape my future. I am in charge. No one else.
These are my rules. I look to my 40s with anticipation and excitement. They don’t call them the Fabulous 40s for nothing, right?
No party for me. I’m not too sad about having no one to celebrate with. I’m spending my birthday doing things I love to do.