To Turning Thirty

To the hype, the disappointments, to age and acceptance. Cheers!

I recently turned thirty, and I believe I was under some self-put obligation to feel terrible about it. Caught feelings from F.R.I.E.N.D.S.? Perhaps.
 

However, to my acceptance, nothing changed over the strike of the midnight clock. Nothing but my age. I looked the same, felt the same, got hurt the same, and was thankful-just the same! People around me, or should I correctly say, loving people around me managed to make my evening lovelier, without much rubbing of me turning thirty.

On another thought, considering that we are all on social media platforms and know a little too much about each other's lives; their holidays, their future, their jobs, their partners, and plans, and talents and children, and their children's plans and talents and schools and accomplishments, and I could quite comfortably add more words to the list, but 'we know almost everything, that anyone wishes for us to know' that seems more rightly put, I suppose.

Well, the same social media platforms told me that many of my friends and family and colleagues turned 'mighty thirty' along and around my birthday. Some seem to take it better than others, more celebrations, lavish celebrations, grander gifts, and trips around the world-a birthday that anyone would be jealous of, at any given age. I think I have no right to be jealous myself, I was out with people I love, for almost a whole week celebrating my birthday in the hills!

Yes, so moving on with the 'thought', I saw people share their feelings about turning thirty. What should we do, and shouldn't, views on how we need to live our life on our own terms, and care more about ourselves and on, and on, and on... but I seem to have failed at getting any bit wiser (with age).

I know nothing! I have no plans, I am quite sincerely and similarly lost and drained. I am in search though, in search of a will to do things, that I know will make me happier once accomplished. A want to do better on the work front, and academics. An eagerness, to do something for my health, and a need to make sure that I have my nest warm and filled with happiness.

Nonetheless, before it turns all vague, I suppose it is best to come to an end with the 'thought'. I think it's okay! It's okay that you don't have a degree as good as your friend, or a job as good as your classmate from college, or a happy and healthy baby-like a friend from school. It's okay to not have a body like that model friend on your list, it's okay! Because one of these days you are going to hold a crown with your own achievements, and that day, it will not matter if you are thirty or any other number.

As far as I am concerned, I am learning to be thirty, with each day. I hope the number treats me well. Until the next birthday, and a rant as long as this, I shall make myself a promise, to not let go of myself, of the person that made me who I am today, all those years that came before thirty, and all that they taught; I shall respect them, and keep on learning to be a better person, a better thirty years old person.

P.S. Thank you if you took the time to wish me on my birthday. You need to know, it meant a lot! Hugs.