Yesterday I did something most women (or people for that matter) dread.

I turned the Big 3-0.

(Don’t worry, if you haven’t visited Facebook and wished me my obligatory “Happy Birthday” yet, you still have time.)

I’ve had a sordid relationship with 30 for quite some time.  I stopped counting my age after I turned 25.  Just anniversaries of my 25th birthday.

A year and a half ago, my dear friend Julie told me that being in your 30’s was way better than being in your 20’s.  I told her that sounded like something someone in their 30’s would say.

And then I was told by someone else (probably Pinterest) that 30 is the new 20.  Um, What?

But why?

Why are we so consumed with the impending turnover of the calendar?  Why is age now met with Botox and a boob job?  Why is it that we are so bent on robbing ourselves of the journey?

Because aging is, quite frankly, ugly.  We live in a society where we have the blessing of modern medicine paired with incredibly easy lives.  Because of these benefits, aging is associated with wrinkles, medication, lack of mobility, long term care, and eventually, relying on a machine to keep us alive.

But what if it didn’t have to be that way?  Why can’t we enjoy the journey?  Why can’t we embrace health and vitality into old age?

Listen, I was a hot mess at 20.  I would never want to go back (I spent the first few years fanning a one woman dumpster fire).  But it was fun.  I was young and felt invincible.

But I’m not ready to acquiesce that my best years are behind me.  Or I somehow have peaked.  Or I need to employ pharmaceutical help to age gracefully.

Better at 30

First of all, I’m super pumped to lay it out in the gym.  While it seems that explosive power may peak in most people’s 20’s, a search of the inter-webs indicates that absolute strength can peak into the 40’s.  So basically that means that I have at least a decade of backsquat PRs in front of me!

And guess what- I’ve noticed I’m starting to getting laugh lines and crows feat.  A few years ago, I was appalled at this thought.  But what a blessed life I’ve lead that permanent proof of happiness is stamped on my face.  A few days ago, I was speaking with a long time friend talk and noticed her face was starting to show her age… and thought “Wow, she is beautiful.”  Why do allow the world to force us to inject adequacy into our bodies?

I’ve also been learning to love deeper and more thoroughly.  Every year, my husband and I continue to forge a deeper respect for each other.  My nieces and nephews are growing like weeds and time just won’t slow down.  And with each passing minute, I am more and more aware that 4 hours of interstate separates me from those who raised me.

I’m grateful I turned 30.  Not because I have some health nut agenda to prove.  It’s because I think we all have a unique journey ahead of us.  I want to continue to find my authenticity.  I am excited to spiritually and physically grow stronger.  I want to vigorously unwrap this gift called life.

I’m not perfect… I won’t ever be.  But I’m better now than I was a year ago, and certainly better than I was 10 years ago.

From now on, I’m going to stop chasing perfect and start chasing BETTER.

I can’t wait to see where it takes me.



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