Today, I turn the big Three-O.
I don't think I've ever put much stock into the idea that I have to meet certain goals by the time I hit a certain age. (I was never one to say "I want to be married and have kids by the time I'm 25!") I've always had goals for myself, but I've never tried to attach them to my age.
The one exception to that was writing my first book. I told myself that on the day I turned 30, I wanted to hold a physical copy of my book in my hands.
And you know what? I did it.
This morning, I woke up to get ready for work and I saw my book sitting on the table, and I picked it up and held it in my hands. So much joy and pride ran through me but also something else...
The need for more. The feeling that I don't just want to hold one book that I've penned in my hands, but I want to hold many. Writing gives me a sense of joy that few other things in life do (aside from kids, husband, etc). It lets me escape into a world that is completely populated by people I thought up in my mind.
So, I will keep going. Keep dreaming. Keep writing. Book 2 is nearing completion, and I'm just as elated as I was with Book 1. I will keep fighting for that feeling of utter joy and elation I get every time I pick up one of my books.
Age is just a number, and I feel blessed to have seen 30 when so many others haven't. In a way, I feel like my real journey is just beginning.
So, bring it on, 30!