Coming to Terms with Thirty

            On August 8^th I turned the big 3-0, and boy was it a day.  Through my years getting older I never took issue with a specific age, I was just a year older.  Even turning 21 wasn’t a crazy all out bash; it was just another year older.  So I anticipated that turning 30 would be the same.  I couldn’t have been more wrong.

            About a week leading up to my 30^th birthday reality started to set in, I started questioning where I was at in my life.  What did I have to show for myself?  Although I usually know better, I began comparing myself to other friends who just turned 30; some have kids and families already others are well along in a successful career.  I have accomplished none of those things.  As of yet we are still unable to have children (that’s another story in itself) and I am switching my college major so I’m no closer to an amazing career.  So what do I have?  I’m a housewife with a broken car so I can’t go anywhere.

            My actual birthday went along very smoothly, without any major incident.  My husband had to work so I relaxed that day.  Then later that evening we went out for a lovely dinner and dessert and spent the rest of the night relaxing watching a movie; very low key.

            So now it is the 10^th, two days later and I have to laugh at the stress I put on myself.  No, I don’t have kids but it’s not like I’m 80 and missed my chance.  There is still a chance but if it doesn’t happen, we’ll have more money to travel in our later days.  Although I don’t have kids, I still have a family (husband, parents, sister, etc.) that I would do anything for and vice versa.  I got my panties in a bunch over not having a fancy career, and looking back all I can do is laugh at myself.  I have the privilege of being a housewife and a student instead of being forced to work a dead end job and stress about moving forward In my life.

            So all in all I got all worked up for nothing.  The day passed without incident and all I can do now is laugh at how ridiculous I am.  I need to stop taking life so seriously and let go of my anxiety, just breathe, and enjoy life while it’s happening.