My friend is turning 30. And she is hesitant about entering her third decade in life. She scrunched up her pretty face when she told me her upcoming age, and my heart melted for her. (After I quoted a major line from the movie Thirteen Going on Thirty: “Thirty, Flirty, and Thriving!”)
I adore my 30s, and I want to share a few reasons why, to hopefully give the gift of encouragement to my friend as she enters this new phase of life.
And these are just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the more notable incidences I can share; Of course, everyone’s experiences vary. But instead of bemoaning my friend’s age along with her, I want to give her a reason to look ahead with some eagerness. I can’t guarantee her 30s will be picture perfect. Mine certainly weren’t. I’ll type it out again for dramatic affect: Mine certainly aren’t. But I love myself in my 30s, and I’m hoping/believing she will love herself too.
Creator of Love, Auntie.