Oh no….30?

When I was younger, I always wanted to be older. It was my dream! I don’t think its uncommon for children to want to just be adults already. Little did I know that when I finally became an adult, I was going to regret wanting to be one. 😉

I remember as a child, my birthdays felt so far apart. They didn’t come soon enough. I looked forward to every new year because I knew it meant I was going to be another year older. It was the best feeling! Then at the age of 18, I said “finally!” It didn’t even matter to me that the only new privileges I got were being able to buy cigarettes and lottery tickets, both of which I do not purchase. But 18 still felt like a really big milestone, and it is. Especially because I waited my whole life to be 18. I had romanticized it so much that I loved it for no reason other than I finally achieved it. However I did have a pretty great year. A few months after turning 18, I moved to Israel for a year to study abroad. Between me and you, I didn’t really want to go. My parents really pushed for it, so I went to appease them. Turns out I ended up having an amazing year! I am definitely glad I let my parents convince me to go. I would’ve regretted not going.

The fun doesn’t stop there. When I was 19, I met my now husband of almost 10 years! We got engaged and married when I was 20. And shortly after, I was pregnant with my first drama queen. I was actually pregnant during my 21st birthday so I didn’t have the typical 21st birthday experience, but I didn’t sweat it. I’m not really the ‘fly to Vegas get piss drunk reenact the hangover movies’ type anyways, if you couldn’t tell by everything about me. Also, I was expecting a child, which was a really awesome experience that I probably wouldn’t trade for a night of drinking alcohol that has Too Many Calories. Fast forward to 23, and I’m pregnant with drama queen number two. And even though I was a working mother of two real drama queens by 24, I still felt young and like life was going at a good and steady pace. But man, when I hit 25, don’t get me started!

My thought process was definitely like all the memes about aging. ’21 FINALLY’, ’22 great!’, ’23 okay..’, ’24 wait its still going up’, ’25 make it stop!’ After I hit the magic age of 25, that is when my life started zooming by. And when I say zooming, I mean my birthdays don’t seem to stop coming for me at 200 miles per hour!

When I hit 28, that’s when I realized “Here we go, I’m getting old.” And then when I hit 29, I started panicking that my 20’s, what are played up to be the best years of one’s life, were already over. And it’s not even that I didn’t like my 20’s- I loved them! I had a great 10 years, but I was terrified by how fast they flew by!

I’m going to be honest. Up until now, I was NOT looking forward to turning 30. Nope. Not a single ounce of me was excited. But now that its a few days away (January 14), my mindset is a bit different. I started to tell myself to look at how much I have accomplished during my life. My family that I loved to death. My lovely Instagram followers (thank you for the support you all are awesome)! I have a feeling the 30’s are going to be great to me. 🙂

Up until recently I always felt bad for people approaching their 30th birthday. I felt like that was when youth officially ended. It’s weird because I know I’m still young, but I feel like now I am going to be a real adult, if that makes sense. My 20’s were a trial period.

Below are some “flashback” photos of my life in the 20’s. Well more like some pictures of me and the hubby, the drama queens and a few trips. I have way too many pictures but I won’t flood you all! Hope you enjoy them!!