So. This really is the last night of my twenties. Do I feel a sense of dread about turning 30? Not really. Am I where I thought I would be at this age? Not at all. And I guess that’s something that’s making me take pause and evaluate. I’ve never been married, don’t have kids, and have always pursued jobs in creative fields. Therefore, I don’t really feel like what 30 has traditionally meant, but I’m probably speaking for a lot of my peers on that. I think as a culture, at least in Los Angeles where I live, we are getting married and having children later, possibly due to things like paying off student loans and the high cost of buying a house here.
For me personally, I wasn’t the type of little girl to dream about my wedding. When I was a kid, I dreamt about CDs - I would draw album covers and create song titles, imagining a life as a singer like Gwen Stefani. Ever since, I’ve been following a musical path, and it’s taken me on a lot of unexpected twists and turns. Some of the things I’ll be discussing with you are my random day jobs (like being an extra on the show It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia), the period of my life when I dated someone with an addiction, the time I got drenched with a fire hose in New York City, and much more.
30 is almost here. I don’t see myself all of a sudden settling down, and I hope to have many more decades on this Earth, but I’m realizing the weight of every moment. I want to own my goals, my values, my flaws. Because when we are totally comfortable with ourselves, we have more love to offer others, too.