I had thought that I would be making a big post centered around my 30th Birthday, after all it's a landmark one. I wrote up a couple drafts of ideas (30 reasons I'm glad that I'm 30!). But, I was wholly uninspired, and for some reason it felt disingenuous, like I was forcing it. So, I let the day slip by. I glided in and out of it without much fanfare.
I am happy to be 30. I think more and more, I am learning to be happy with wherever I am, and so my age doesn't define it one way or another. There are lots of things to be proud of that I have accomplished. The fact that I'm alive, and haven't screwed up my life in any major way is a victory. Seriously though, I have a beautiful family, wonderful friends, a life that I am truly passionate about, creativity that I cultivate, faith that I deepen. It's good to look back and celebrate, to be grateful. It's also good to look ahead.
The things I aspire to now at thirty, are very different than a decade ago. At 20, it was marriage, a family, a career, places I wanted to travel, things I wanted to do. Today, I do no so much aspire to events, possessions, or even accomplishments. I want the intangibles: wisdom, peace, grace, dignity; and of course, literary whit. Basically...
I want to be Maya Angelou when I grow up:
