Five and a half months ago I turned Thirty. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was coming into my own, finally.
I have always thought that Thirty was old and boring, but let me tell you, it has been nothing of the sort.
In the five and a half months since I started a new decade of life I have learned more about myself than I did the entirety of my Twenties. I’ve gone from the highs of happiness and love, to the low feelings of insecurity and hopelessness. Tears have been shed, but laughter has followed. I’ve learned that having a partner who supports you over anything and everything is more important than words can say. And that sticking to your own ideals can be harder than you thought, but worth it in the end.
No one tells you that there is a secret club for women over Thirty. I discovered it a couple of months before my induction day, by a friend who had recently been accepted herself. Turns out that, surprise!, Thirty is fabulous. Women welcome you into the fold with open arms – “you’ve made it!” “You have entered the real doorway to adulthood.” “Leave behind your Twenties, and all the bullshit that came with it. You won’t find that here!”
Guess what? It’s so true.
I’ve had to take a stand a few times already, and instead of feeling lousy or second-guessing myself, those tough decisions were made with clarity that I haven’t had before. Now, I should mention a lot of it had to do with having a supportive partner to back me up, and to cheer me on, with the decisions I made. But. I made my own decisions. And I was the one that followed through. He was there to support me.
One of the decisions I made was that I wanted some financial security by the time the big 3-0 rolled around. I didn’t want to be living paycheck to paycheck, and I wanted my debt to be under control. G was a big help in that department, considering his main hobby is finance! I had to make some (incredibly hard) sacrifices, but I am at the point that I have things in control and am financially stable. (Well, until this month rolls on in… But more on that later.) I am learning to budget better, not spend money because it’s “there”, and that even though it’s hard to give up things you may want to buy or do, it’s better than living off credit.
Job security was the next item on my list to tackle. I haven’t been happy at my current place of employment for a long time, and finally decided enough was enough. (Unfortunately, the reasons are not appropriate to share to the public. But just trust me on this.) With the help of friends and family, I was able to find, what may be, my ideal job. In two weeks time, I will be starting fresh, with an amazing group of ladies, and a wonderful dentist. The hours are better, the pay is better, and even though the commute is brutal, I can’t wait to see where this new position takes me. (This would be why my financial situation may be a little precarious for the next few months… But I’ll be back on track in a month or so.)
In accepting the new job, I realized that I would need a mode of transportation that didn’t include public in the title. Luckily, I have a bf that loves cars and knows his stuff. He combed the internet for used cars, and finally found one, to both of our liking. She is ours, (mostly mine), and I love her. I had forgotten the kind of independent freedom I had been missing by not being able to drive myself around; there is just something to be said for being able to go where and when you want to get there.
The last few months haven’t been all about serious stuff, though.
To celebrate my new decade, I decided to keep it low-key, for the most part. I invited my family to Seattle for a ballgame (one of our favourite past times) and we celebrated with beers and ball, followed with some Cheesecake Factory. It was so incredibly wonderful to spend the day doing something that we all enjoyed, and to be able to be together as a family.
It was also the first real travel getaway with G, and him and I survived it well. Which was a good thing, considering the following week the two of us headed to Nice, France for a week!
He surprised me just after New Years, when we had barely been dating a month, with plans to take me on holiday for my Birthday. I was pretty sure I was dreaming. (Even now, I still wonder if it was all a dream!) A few weeks later, he disclosed the location for our Romantic Birthday Getaway – I was over the moon! Even though I’ve been to France before, I hadn’t made it to the French Rivera, but he had been before and wanted to share it with me. Swoon.
It was more magical than I could have imagined. We drank, we ate, we saw the sights, and we used the in between to get to know each other better than before. It wasn’t all Rosé (see what I did there…) I mean, me and travel, we sometimes don’t get along, especially when I’m hungry or overwhelmed. But G was a champ, and navigated my hangry spells with intense planning and extreme caution – he had researched more restaurants than we could eat in the week, but always had one ready in a 100m radius in the case my hanger took hold. Whata guy.
We also made it to Antibes and Monaco, which were as amazing as Nice. We saw so many amazing things, and I’m sure there were plenty more we missed. But the time we spent together was the icing on the cake. I’m pretty sure he knows me better, now, than anyone has before – I honestly couldn’t have asked for a better travel companion. We both have a strong sense of Wanderlust, so I know our travelling days have only just begun!
In a few weeks, the next big occasion to hit our family will occur – my youngest sister is getting married. Everything that has led up to it has been a big eye opener. There are things that have torn the family into two camps, but things that have brought us closer together, and I can’t wait to share the next chapter of her life with her and her fiancé.
Through everything, though, it has made me contemplate where my own life is heading and how I want to get there. Which, I think, is more clear than before.