Allow me to take a brief pause from my typical blog posts to share a very special photo shoot with you. I turn THIRTY on the 4th of July and my beautiful and talented apprentice photographer, Carly, was gracious enough to snap some photos of me to commemorate my transition in to a new decade. For those who don't know me, let me tell you...there's a reason I stay behind the camera. I am awkward in the most real of ways. Yet somehow Carly managed to get some really great shots. She's a true miracle worker! Here's to thirty - may it be thriving!
If you're still here...I have a final message to myself and to anyone out there who might be struggling with the idea of life not really turning out as planned.
I’m 30 and I’m in debt.
I’m 30 and I’m in debt because I chose to further my education in the classroom and in life by getting an MBA and traveling to more countries in my twenties than most people will ever get to see in a lifetime.
I’m 30 and I don’t own a home.
I’m 30 and I don’t own a home because I got to live in San Diego for 10 great years and then, of my own choosing, I was able to uproot my life for Sacramento. Since then, I’ve been able to dabble, taste, and enjoy areas of town I wouldn’t have otherwise been able to experience had I not "only been a renter".
I’m 30 and I’m alone.
I’m 30 and I’m alone, but I am not lonely. I choose when I have "me" time and when I socialize.
I’m 30 and I don’t have a family of my own, so I’m the one who rearranges my life for others.
I’m 30 and I don’t have a family of my own, so I get to rearrange my life so that I can make it all the joyous weddings and births and celebrations of my many amazing friends I have scattered all over the U.S.
I’m 30 and I still don’t know what I want to be "when I grow up".
I’m 30 and I still don’t know what I want to be "when I grow up", not because I don’t have ambition and drive, but because I have a desire to sink my teeth in to work that’s bigger than myself and I will probably always look for ways to change this world for the better.
I’m 30 and I don’t have kids, but I desperately want them.
I’m 30 and I don’t have kids and I desperately want them so I enjoy time with my friends’ children to get my fix and then I get to go home to a quiet house, I sleep in on Saturdays, and I eat dinner while sitting at a proper kitchen table…or on the couch while watching Netflix if that’s what I want to do.
I’m 30 and I’m single.
I’m 30 and I’m single and my life any isn’t less important, exciting, meaningful, or worthy than the lives of my married friends.
I’m 30 and life hasn’t gone as I planned.
I’m 30 and life hasn’t gone as I planned and thank goodness for that.