30 can be a daunting number.
I certainly dreaded turning 30 last year. Knowing Jesus began His ministry at age 30 was encouraging. I had a party the day before my birthday to say good-bye to my 20s. I had a doble-quincinera on my actual birthday. I celebrated well and included God in my celebration, so my birthday parties didn't become an idol (like on my 28th birthday).
But still, on my birthday eve the dread kicked in full force. I was terrified. I was about to be 30, and I was still single. I have a job I love, wonderful family and friends, a church community, and a cat. I was afraid 30 would solidify my status as a crazy cat lady for the rest of my life. It felt like I would officially be old.
Here's the secret, young readers. The dread of 30 is much worse than turning 30. Being 30 has been great. God has worked on my heart and helped me face some truths that I've avoided my entire life. He's provided a dance troupe to indulge me in one of my favorite hobbies. He's been teaching me about listening prayer and strengthening our relationship.
Yes, there are days I feel, but that feeling passes.
I think the secret to aging is that no one actually feels old. It's a progression. I learned so much in my 20s, but I wouldn't go back. Sure, one day I will notice the wear and tear on my body and grieve that loss. One day, I will have gray hair. Yes, I've already found a few, but I thank God for my blonde hair! There will be things I do not like, but there will also be pearls of wisdom or other experiences I have yet to discover but will treasure.
So as it turns out, I actually like this new decade. I never would have guessed it, but there you have it. May numbers go back to being just numbers and not saddled with expectations. 30 is not the new 20. 30 is 30. And I think it rocks.
