It was my birthday this week. I had peanut butter cake with chocolate ganache and turned 31. It’s honestly a relief to have the last year behind me. The year of 30 was a trip–full of joy, loads of possibility, anxiety and at times very lonely.
I wasn’t freaked out about entering my 30s. I welcomed it. I know a lot of people don’t feel that way, but I was ready to put the 20s behind me and turn a corner, more confident in who I am as a person and what I want than ever before.
But it was hard.