As I sit on my couch with the TV, computer and phone feverishly following the presidential election, I realize that I am spending the last day of my 20's doing very adult things. I am spending my last few hours of being twenty-something concerned about women’s rights, affordable healthcare, and cheering at the TV like I am watching a football game.
I would love to be that girl that is freaking out about turning 30, but the truth is that I’m not. First, I don’t look 30. Not even close. I look about 25, and according to my 78 year old grandma that looks about 60, I am going to continue that trend for the next 50 years or so.
Many of my friends have been married for a long time and are having kids, and I am happy for them as long as they are happy. I have done so many things in my 30 years that I will never wonder “what-if” when I decide to settle down.
I have literally seen and done so many things that it blows my mind. I have traveled far and wide, loved several times over, and can say that I have fully exercised my independence. I have experienced enough to have an opinion, and learned that hate is a waste of time and energy.
Love will still find me, people will always judge me, but in the end I will always be myself.
Here’s to 30, bitches. Hope the next 30 are this much fun.