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On Turning Thirty in the Year of a Pandemic
Whenever there’s something that we’re so eagerly looking forward to, things never turn out quite the way we envisioned
My twenties have been an emotional rollercoaster (as I can imagine they were for the majority of other people as well). It’s been a wild ride full of ups and downs including many successes, failures, hardships, and a ton of life lessons learned.
But, towards the end of it, things got so much better.
In this past year, I reached this indescribable, defining moment of self-assurance, self-acceptance, and self-love. It was a moment of clarity that was both relieving and exhilarating. I had been waiting for this moment throughout my entire twenties.
I kept receiving the same advice over and over again from my sister, my parents, and my friends who had already turned thirty and were reassuring me with the notion that things would eventually reach a turning point.
And things did. And what a feeling that was.
This past year, I had never been more confident in my life. I was fully embracing the thought of finally leaving my twenties and entering my thirties. I was excited to come into a new decade of life with such confidence. However, it got a little less…
