As I approach 30 at the end of June, I am thankful. So thankful. I should have died at the age of 23 following three massive seizures due to failing kidneys. As I approach the fourth decade of my life, I can't help reflecting on the things I've learned so far. Whenever we are about to celebrate a milestone birthday, many of us become reflective on the decade that we are about to close the chapter on.
I just turned 30. Looking forward as a teenager, I never imagined that my 20s would be such defining years. What I never pictured in my big visual were all the little, seemingly insignificant things that would define my existence -- who I wanted to be as I stood on the threshold of the big three-oh.
On Saturday, August 29, I turn 30. Three-oh. Twenty plus ten years. The age in which you are completely responsible for your own actions and can't, in any way, shape, or form, blame it on your "turbulent twenties" or "being young." That's why here, in the spirit of turning 30 and basking in life lessons, I present: 30 things I learned about style over the course of the last 30 years.
Now that I was celebrating my 30th, I felt like everyone in my life was suddenly interested in how my career was going (or not going), whether or not I have someone special in my life, and about other massive life-pursuits like home buying, or even financial freedom. So instead of simply celebrating my birthday like a normal person, accepting everyone's well-wishes and moving on, I tried to avoid my birthday at all costs.
It's hard to believe it's already February, and as 2015 rolls on it's getting closer and closer to a milestone birthday for me. In just under three months, it's the big 3-0! I'm in a great place in my life and I'm so excited to turn 30. I wouldn't give back my twenties for anything. Although those years were fun, there were a lot of lessons I had to learn the hard way.
In my 20s, I feel like I just let life happen to me. I said "yes" to so many things that I felt like I was Alice, tumbling down the rabbit hole towards whatever new self-created chaos awaited me. Eventually I learned that being alone felt so much better than having to deal with the fallout of my bad choices.