Everything you heard about turning 30 was a lie. When I turned 20 my mom and anyone else that was over 30 would tell me “Just wait until you hit 30” or “ You’re closer to 30.” In a mischievous tone. So I just assumed that when I hit 30 I’d blossom into this sophisticated, wise, smart, know it all woman. That it was going to be a better time since I was wiser. Here’s some advice; never assume. If anything I blossomed into this middle aged woman, that all of sudden has acne and is losing hair. I’ve become more bloated, and my skin isn’t so soft. I see wrinkles and bags under my eyes. My feet look like witches feet. Where’s all the glam? The flirty 30’s? It’s more like the thirsty 30’s. I’m trying to stay young by keeping up with the makeup trends and looking at super cute clothes. But then I get tired and give up on trying.
There was some changes, you know when you’re 20 you don’t care to watch the news. And when your mom would watch it, you wondered why. Now when I wake up I turn on the news and I can watch that all day. Going to dinner at 5 o’clock to be back by 7 and that’s pushing it. I’m becoming my mother, like in those insurance commercials. Next, I’ll be barricading myself in my room to watch every show there is on TV. I did have a fun day though. We went to Disneyland and visited Popup Disney while it was still going on. I had dinner with my family, a home cooked meal thanks to my mom. That’s one thing I wish I was more like my mom, a better cook.
Do I wish I went to Vegas and got lit? Yes, of course I do. But I know I’d have to take a week to recover. Which Is impossible now with two little ones. So having a calm relaxing weekend was just fine, definitely at my speed these days. It’s not all bad, I have two beautiful kids, I’m determined to purse photography, and I’m going to focus on making myself better. I have the support from family and friends and I’m so grateful for that. So let’s see what happens in these next 10, 20, 30 years.