For many years, I've listened to and adopted the ideal that turning thirty was the worst 'thud' of one's life. Once you're thirty, it's all down hill, baby.
Oddly enough, the day I turned thirty, I had a sudden revelation and was promptly told by about three or four others later that evening that your thirties are the the most amazing years of your life. Could it be true?
I had a wonderful and eye-opening conversation with my friend yesterday and she made an excellent point. Basically, the changes you incur between the ages of 20 and 30 are typically monumental, new and exciting. However, the maturity buried within the person you've always been seems to un-burrow itself when you turn thirty. Therefore, your life plans start to become a reality.
I've always known that I wanted kids. But only within the last year did I really begin to turn this idea into an actual plan. Only within the last year did I realize that in two years (hopefully), life will be more than just myself and Paul and if I really want to be a stay-at-home mom, the statement itself is not enough. We need to begin budgeting and saving now for this lifestyle we are both so adamant about.
I feel I've grown and changed immensely even over the past twelve months and it feels amazing. It hurts sometimes but in the grand scheme of things, the pain and pleasure are a welcome mix to a fulfilling and incredible life.