I'm not freaking out about it or even the slightest bit upset.
Actually, I'm thrilled. I am so excited for my 30's.
My twenties - they were awesome. I accomplished so much.
Graduated college. Got an apartment with a great roommate. Found a good job (at the time).
Met Joey. Bought a car (by myself for once!). Got married. Bought Joey a car.
Bought a house.
Watched my dad fight through an ICU stay and eventually get a life saving surgery - by the miracles of God!
Had a baby.
Saw my husband through rehab.
Got pregnant again - naturally!
They are going to rock! I'm going to be a mom to two wonderful kids (Maybe more?). I'm married to a great guy, sometimes moody, always loveable. He respects that I'm going to keep him in line and knows that if he messes up there are no second chances this time.
I'm strong, I'm independent. I'm a woman I can be proud of.
I know what I want out of life and I have a plan in place to get there. Methodically, rationally but in the end successfully.
I have an awesome family who is the best support system a girl could ever ask for. I'm just blessed in so many ways I couldn't imagine not being thankful for what the twenties were and what my thirties are going to bring.
Watch out, 30! I've got big plans for you!