on turning thirty.

Suddenly you blink and three decades have gone by.  You wake up thirty one day and it's just another day.  You're not suddenly wiser.  You're not suddenly richer.  You're not suddenly happier.  You're you from yesterday, except it's today...  You're just more you.  I don't know what I expected leaving my twenties.  To be honest I'm just glad to have survived it.  My teens and twenties were riddled with insecurities, trying to please everyone else, and caring too much what other people think.  With time and age, however, I've grown a little bit more myself.  And maybe that's all there is to it.  To keep growing into our own individual person.

As I write this post, a welcome posts of sorts, I really don't know where to begin.  I am a thirty year old woman, just getting on with it...  and I hope that's enough.