Inspired by this post, 30 Reasons to Embrace 30, I wanted to share my turning 30 story.
But here’s a little back story first.
I went to college right out of high school, met a guy and then dropped out. Book smart girl with a scholarship, but dumb when it came to guys. Six years later, that relationship ended and I had decided to go back to college. It was the same year that my longtime girlfriends and I were all turning 25. They were each having their little freak outs over now being in their mid-twenties. I, however, wasn’t. I mean I just started college again and had new, much younger friends. So, I didn’t feel the same way. However, the next year, when I turned 26, they were all calm and I was then having my mid-twenties crisis.
Fast-forward 3 3/4 years. I was now married and finishing my last year in my undergrad. The October, November and December of 2007 were difficult. I had a full upper-level class load and because I was dead set on finishing in the Spring, I was taking whatever classes they were offering at the time complete my major, which included the dreaded 18th Century French Poetry. First, I don’t love poetry. I don’t hate it, but let’s just say I will never write a poetry book. So having to read and decipher poetry in 18th century French, I just did not get it! And on top of it, my then husband and I were already thinking about what we were going to do and where we were going to ended up when I graduated in May. That October, we had even visited NYC, trying decide if that was an option. Add all of this together, throw in the holidays and my stress was at an all time high.
It was Wednesday, January 9, 2008. My first day of classes of my last semester. I was getting ready and my then husband was pacing around acting weird. He told me to sit down on the bed and that we had to talk. He wanted to separate. I was stunned, but this is a story for another post.
This year, 2008, was supposed to be the year I finally graduated. The year my then husband and I traveled and relaxed for the summer while trying to figure out the rest of our lives. I was turning 30! It was supposed to be the end of one amazing journey and the start of another. Well, you could say that it was, just not the way I expected it to be.
The four of us girls have all been best friends since 7th grade. Tiffany and I since kindergarten, Mandy in 4th grade and then Danielle (and all of us) in 7th. We decided to Celebrate all of turning 30 that January by having a girls spa weekend at The Gaylord Palms. My then husband had assured me that our separation was only temporary and I thought a relaxing weekend with the girls was just what I needed. And it was!!
By the next month, it was evident that my marriage was over and I was devastated. I was failing my classes and didn’t get out bed for weeks until my roommate/good friend forced me to go see the school psychiatrist. I was so blessed to have an AMAZING support system with family and friends, that I picked myself up, caught-up on my classes and ended up graduation right on time. My mom gave me her sky miles and bought me a first class ticket for my spring break to visit Mandy in St. John. The last two months, of my spring semester, were equally difficult and one of the best times I’ve ever had.
The last two weeks of April, I turned 30, graduated from college and my marriage was officially never going to be repaired. I moved back to Orlando (which is definitely NOT where I thought I would be when I graduated), had a wild summer busted my ass working and on December 21, 2008 I met Jason my current (I hope last-lol) husband.
Turning 30 is a milestone. It should be a year of revelations and of change. This is when you should be reevaluating your life and any changes should be embraced, whether or not they were your own or ones that were forced on you. Turning 30 is place in time were you should be reflecting on the past and looking to the future. It’s when you start to become comfortable in your own skin, you start making confident decisions and our owning up to your mistakes. My 30 wasn’t perfect and hell, my 30’s haven’t been perfect, but it’s important for to remember how I was able to turn that milestone year into one that I will never forget!