On Monday, my year as a simple 30 year old ended. I’m officially “into” my thirties. I remember back when I was finally “in my twenties” and how grown up it sounded. Thirty sounded like it was SO FAR AWAY. And like a big, scary number I never wanted to hit. After all, 30 meant I was really grown up and better have my crap together.
In my mid-twenties, I decided that I was just going to live and have fun and when I finally did turn 30, I’d buckle down and probably find that life was magically figured out for me. Of course, that’s not the way life works. But that’s also not how you think when you’re 25.
The last year spent as a 30 year old was intense. I learned a lot – more than I ever anticipated that I actually still had left to learn after ten years in my 20’s. So instead of launching into a dumb tirade about how adding another year to your age really isn’t that bad, age is just a number, blah blah blah, I’m going to tell you exactly what kind of wisdom turning thirty gave me. And if you’re willing, you can share your own nuggets of that fateful year in the comments....continue reading at The Mommyhood Project