My birthday was this past week and I’m now 31. Here’s some more good news. I have gray hair!
That’s actually not meant to be sarcastic. I want to believe that gray can be a sign of wisdom. Of course, if I have gray hair, that must mean I’m becoming wiser.
Seriously, though, I don’t mind getting older at all. Some people really do get upset about passing 30, but I think it was a good milestone. I’m not one of those people that reminisces about the good old days of childhood. I actually think childhood can be scary, confusing, and awkward. I’d much rather be an adult who feels somewhat secure in her place in the world, and can make her own decisions. Plus, I’m relatively happy with the life that I have. I believe that my 30s will be even better than my 20s.