One Week

In one week, I'll be a little older- definitely. In one week, I'll be a little wiser- maybe. In one week, I'll be a better person- hopefully. In one week, I'll be. . .gulp. . . 30.

What is it about 30? I know, 30 is supposed to be the new 20. But, it's not, you know. It's still a whole decade older than 20 and only a decade away from 40. It's. Still. 30.

Looking back, I loved my 20's. It was a time of self discovery. I discovered what I loved-laughing, family, friends, coffee, running, and most importantly, Justin and Maddie. I discovered what I hated- olives, watching my child get shots, running, getting carded every single time I wanted to drink, worrying over every tiny detail that I had no control over, and the fear of the unknown. I discovered that I had it in me, to be a wife and a mother. And, a pretty decent one, at that.

But, I'm not going to settle for pretty decent.

My 30's are going to be so much better than my 20's. I can feel it. I no longer have that arrogance, that feeling that I was invincible, that I had in my early 20's. And that will help me make smarter, safer decisions. I no longer have the insecurities that I had in my mid 20's. I am confident in myself, as a wife, mother, daughter, sister, and friend. Most of the time. Kinda. In my late 20's, I discovered that I have potential. In my 30's, I plan on proving it.

Last night, Justin and I went out for dinner. I didn't get carded when I ordered some wine. I'm not really sure how I feel about that.

I bought eye transforming cream, last week. It really needs to start working. Fast. After all, I'll be 30 in one week.