Tomorrow is my 30th birthday. This
milestone has unearthed a lot of feelings.
Excited, because it's a big year.
Frustrated, because I wish I'd accomplished more with my years.
Mature, because for some reason 30 feels like an adult age.
Sad, because my 20s are over (even as a kid I always looked up to those in their 20s).
Hopeful, because I now have 30 years of life to learn from.
Relieved, because I used to think 30 was "so old" and now I know it's not. Right?
I think I'm ready, but I don't really have any other choice.