The Power of Being Barely 30

While admittedly, I feel vulnerable writing this kind of post, I’m also unapologetic about it. It’s unsurprising that my life has been deeply marked over the past couple of years by circumstances beyond my control and by situations that have granted crash-courses in everything from life-changing love to unimaginable loss. The timing of these series of events seemed to comically follow my penchant for order and organization (insert my saving sense of humor here), since the year leading up to my 30th was the one filled with bountiful lessons.

It’s why when a friend shared this New York Magazine article with me, it hit close to home. I found myself nodding my head the whole way through it and feeling inspired.

“The late 20s and early 30s seem to be a turning point in many modern women’s lives. For a while I’ve been taking note of creative women I admire who come into their own and start producing amazing work on the cusp of 30.”

Whoa! Talk about inspiration! Noted. I haven’t felt more like myself than as I begin this new decade. In fact, inspiration has been a recurring finding over the past year, something I hope to leverage and put to good use (soon?). In many ways, I feel like I’m at the cusp of something, but all too often my self-doubt and my inclination to over-think everything can get in the way — sound familiar? Needless to say, I’ve come a long way in understanding myself, in motivating myself, believing in myself and pursuing my own version of greatness, for me and only me. That’s the kind of indulgence that becomes oh-so-desirable in our 30s, that ability to look deep within and see who we are for whom we are and just what we are able to accomplish by and for ourselves. That discovery is quite powerful indeed.

Here’s to exercising our power — our power to be “thirty and flirty and thriving.” Cheers!