May 2, 2020

My Thoughts On Turning 30

FILED IN: Lifestyle

Thirty, flirty, and quarantined.

Well, I’m just going to state the obvious: this is not how I envisioned ringing in 30. In fact, I envisioned sunny and 75 in Napa, lots of wine, a cute boutique hotel, all of my favorite people, and a relaxing spa day. That’s what I had planned, anyway. Instead I’m writing this from isolation. It could be worse, but it could be better, too.

But here we are. My thirtieth trip around the sun. Wow. There’s a lot to unpack here: what I learned in my twenties, where I thought I’d be by now, and what to expect in my thirties. For the sake of length, I’m going to save what I learned in my twenties for another blog post and jump right into my thoughts on turning 30.

Thirty feels simultaneously old and young at the same time. As I type it out, I find myself scoffing at the number. Where did the time go? How am I already 30? Time truly doesn’t wait for anyone, and the older you get, the faster the years go by. Up until a few years ago, 30 felt so old, but now that I’m here I feel like I still have my whole life ahead of me. I’m excited for 30, but it took a lot of self-acceptance and grace to get here.

If you would have asked me at 21 where I thought I’d be in life at 30 I likely would have said married, and a stay-at-home mom with two kids. Let’s face it, that could not be further from my reality. I am painfully single, and essentially have two careers. Sometimes I look at other people my age who own houses, have husbands, and are starting families and feel like I’m stuck on glue. Those seemingly perfect lives seem so far out of reach, and sometimes (when I’m spiraling) I question if it’s even in the cards for me. But then other days I think about all of the amazing opportunities I have instead. If I’m being honest, I could have stayed in my last relationship and probably would have been married by now. But I would have been settling, and that would have likely compromised all of the incredible opportunities that have come my way since.

Sure, I’m single and renting an overpriced apartment in California, but I have an incredible career and a side-hustle that I am wildly passionate about. Not many people can say that. I have diversified my skills, expanded my resume, made incredible connections, and have learned so much about hard work. I get to attend the coolest events, meet like-minded people, travel for nearly nothing, and work with some of my favorite brands and companies. I am making more money than I ever imagined I could, and have more than doubled my salary from just 12 months ago. I am at a place where I know what I want— in both a career and a relationship— and am closer than ever to my end goals. It’s so fulfilling to feel like I’m on the right track, even if I’m doing it alone. 

At first, turning 30 felt like a reminder that I wasn’t married with kids. I was dreading it. It was like my biological clock was screaming at me. But as I started closing in on my thirtieth year, I realized that I have so much to look forward to. Everyone says their thirties were their best years. It’s an age where you have the means to travel more and indulge in nice things. It’s (hopefully) the decade where I find love and start a family. It’s when you finally find your footing in life. And it’s when you can afford to take chances and make a big leap in your career— whatever that means for you. For me, it means exploring my own business. It means settling down. Buying a house. Getting married. Starting a family. All the things. I think I’ll really thrive in my thirties. 

My twenties were full of adventure, parties, budgeting and debt, new friends, heartbreak, losing people and finding myself, new cities, establishing my career, becoming independent, and so much more. They were great, but I’m ready for 30. I’m ready for everything that’s to come in this next decade. Bring it on. 

xx, jordan


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