A few years back, a friend was turning 30 and mentioned that she felt really good about it. She felt like she’d accomplished what she needed to in her 20s and was ready for a more confident, self-aware decade. I really liked that attitude. And I agree. On my 30th birthday, I feel like I’ve set myself up to be in a healthy place, mentally, physically, financially …  I don’t have it all figured out, but I do feel like I have the tools to weather whatever is thrown at me (is that tempting fate, or what?).

For the most part, I feel like I can put my people-pleasing days behind me. Maybe not completely, I mean people-pleasing is one of those tools you need to get through certain situations. But I feel like I can choose who and what is important to me and let some “I have to be liked!” get pushed aside.

I’ve learned that investing in quality friends is preferable to having 300+ “friends” on Facebook. I no longer date guys who aren’t going anywhere. I’m in a relationship with a guy who matters to me. Experiences and quality purchases matter more to me than a big house full of stuff.

If that’s what my new decade has in store for me, then I quote my dear friend Riki: “Good riddance, 20s!”

I’m ready to move on from the setting the stage stuff into the real, gritty living.

Are you freaking out about turning 30 (or 40, or 50)? Were you unfazed by the number? I used to say 25 was my favorite year. I felt like I was in a good place then, but I’ve done a lot of growing in the last five years. I might have a new favorite.

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