There is something inspired about turning thirty.
Out of the very blue, it hits you. One day you simply stop giving a shit and you start to really care for yourself. This is also the time, we regret the many mistakes we made in our twenties and we start to implement the lessons we learnt, realizing somewhat slowly that these lessons are in fact wisdom in the gaining and that it was inevitable that our paths unfolded as thus. I like to describe this period as the time when one faces oneself in the mirror, the time when demons and monsters from within are confronted, the time to vanquish the skeleton in the closet and rise into the casing of your adulthood.
When I turned thirty, one of my personal goals became finding satisfaction for every decision I make. I have become very present, self-aware and wary of my surrounding. I am more selfish with my time, I focus more attention inwards, paying closer attention to healing my inner child, seeking to do this on my terms.
The thirties you see, bring with them a sense of independence and self-ownership. Nobody can tell you what to do anymore, only your mother can dare and even she would not be beyond criticism.
It is also a time that we grow very intolerant of all sorts of nonsense, even self-inflicted. Past experience and interactions, lessons learnt from the mistakes of our twenties, become almost like an armor, protecting us from most bullshit. I tended to question anything that I was needed to give my time to.
It is also a time of great self-realization. I have become very protective of my space, my energy, I am fiercely cautious with the energy I allow back into my personal space. I started to value myself more, my health and wellbeing have become a thing of priority.
In my early twenties, I could outdrink even the fattest sailor in the bar, and now in my early thirties, two glasses of wine and I’m ready to go home. A whole night of partying and I need two whole days and nights to recover. In my early twenties I could party till three and report to work at 8am. Everybody’s story is unique but mine involved a lot parties.
Simply put, the thirties becomes a time when everybody’s individuality takes center stage. A time for freeing oneself from the way others define us and playing the most important role in writing our own destiny. I like to call this time, my metamorphosis, and the time of my transformation.
I realize that for many people it is a time when they feel the pressures to get married if they weren’t already. Raising young families in an economy as tough as ours cannot be an easy thing to do. Every day I applaud my peers as I celebrate with them for making the brave decision to partner up with someone and bring a baby or two (or three) into this world.
In so many more ways, the thirties is indeed a time to have immense fun. It is a time of guilt free indulgence. After all, you can do what you want, you’re not a child, nobody’s watching you, haters can hate, and we just don’t have time to care. We’re wiser now, stepping into our roles more confidently. Making big decisions. Adulting and finding innovative ways to enjoy it.
I want for you, in as much as I want for me, even more prosperity and bliss. These are indeed very interesting times we live in.