It’s been a decade (!) since I was yelling out, “Twenty-fo…FO SHO!” while weirdly walking around Deco (#neverforget).
A few weeks back, I rang in my 34th year. I actually celebrated twice (#rockstar)—a second time with a really, really…(this deserves a third)…really bad attempt at salsa dancing. For the record, we went to an actual salsa club with amazing, professional-like dancers, and we knew Zumba…so yeah.
(Note: I’m just getting around to talking about this because I was so incredibly swamped in April, and had to let one thing go for a bit. But really…how is it May 1 already!)
I’ll take being 34 over being 24 any day. I always say that I feel so much more confident, happy, and proud of myself in my 30s vs. my 20s. I like where I am, but am I where I want to be? Not really, but that’s totally okay. Over the past few years, I feel like I’ve developed the skills to figure out how to get where I want to be, and the understanding that certain things just take time and more dedication.
Like everyone else, I do find myself flailing at times or find it difficult to make decisions; sometimes I’m stuck in a rut, or even burnt out. However, I’ve learned how to pick myself back-up and start again—something that was difficult for me to grasp in my mid-20s.
I’m always learning something new, and things are constantly evolving in exciting and creative ways. Ten years ago, I didn’t think I’d be capable of doing some of the things that I’ve accomplished. At this stage, I feel so much better about reaching for things, pushing my limit, and teaching myself. It’s actually kind of a really cool feeling.
Also is it just me, or has the donut selection gotten way better in the last 10 years!
The day I turned 34, I remember telling a girlfriend that turning 35 may feel a bit weird…I mean it is thirty-FIVE. Then I thought about that episode from Sex and the City when no can make it to celebrate Carrie’s 35th birthday and she goes home alone. Charlotte then drags her from the shower to their restaurant, and all four of them make a pact to be each other’s soulmates. That scene definitely goes down in my top favorites. Yup…based solely on just that—I think 35 won’t be so bad either. Plus, I’ve got like 47 weeks to prep for it.