Hello.
I turned 30 last December. The big 3-0. I'm an adult now, so they say.
Age had never been my biggest concern. As you start to step into the real world, every progress and milestone starts to become a measure for 'success'. How at some certain age you are supposed to land your first real job, or get married and start a family, or buy your first house.
And me, how I expected myself to achieve those milestone by the age of 30. I remember getting a panic attack because I realized I haven't even started any of the said milestone.
But looking back to all these past years, I'd say I've done well enough. Perhaps some of the planned journey didn't pan out as well as I wanted or perhaps the life just navigates a different course and somehow along the way I ended up here. Here is not that bad. Here is just here, where I am grateful to be here.
To being 30. After years of uncertainty, self-doubt and insecurity, I finally feel more grounded. It feels like the real adventure has started, and I am excited.