It was my birthday on Monday!
Only now am I starting to feel like I get what I’m about. I’m more confident. More sure of myself. Prepared to take less crap from others.
In the early part of my 20s I was very focused on what other people thought of me.
I chose my uni degree partly because I thought it would get me into the right kind of job (spoiler: it wasn’t the right job for me). I spent a lot of time worrying about keeping up with my peers. I almost bought a house I couldn’t afford. I worried about making Executive Level by 30 (I seriously laugh about this now).
The later part of my 20s was more about me. I moved cities at age 25, leaving behind my great job and family – so scary at the time. Tried to convince (well-meaning) people that I wasn’t throwing everything away.
I started on the path to entrepreneurship at 28. At 29 I quit my job to work fulltime for myself.
During that time I was also trying to figure out my love life (so many unsuitable boyfriends…). My friendships. Heck even my personal style.
I turned 30 on Monday, and to celebrate I died my hair pink. Okay so you may think that’s a little extreme. But I’d always wanted to do it, and it just seemed like the perfectly logical thing to do.
I’m not sure what adventures my 4th decade will bring. I’ve got a lot of work to do in 2015 to get my business where I want to be. I’ve got plans to travel more, start a family, get a dog(!). Inspire other young women to go for their dreams.
I’m definitely still learning. I still have days where I’m totally unsure about what the heck I’m doing. Days where I’d rather curl up on the couch and watch Pride and Prejudice than attend another networking event and have to talk about myself.
But (more often) there are times where I know I can totally rock this whole adulthood thing. Where I have my shit together. When I know that I will achieve the success that I want.
If getting older means becoming more sure of who I am, then bring it on!