Today I woke up 30, and I feel damn good about it.
The sun is sneaking in through the cracks in my windows, I'm comfortable, I'm happy with my life and myself, and everyone has told me being in your 30s is great.
When you've lived with a chronic illness & bouts of depression and anxiety, there are some dark days - ones you truly believe you won't be around much longer. Because of this, I never really plan ahead, never think of the future, just try and make do with now.
But gradually, along the way, I've built up this little life I love. I've filled it with nice things, experiences, and people. I use my creativity, I'm making money, I'm learning to be kinder - to myself, and in turn, others. I'm starting to think of the future.
I'm not going to make any huge plans, as we all know life doesn't always take the route you want it to, but saving for someday and dreaming of making my world even lovelier are taking more of a front seat.
It may sound super cheesy, but I honestly feel like this is a new chapter. I'm feeling stronger in myself, comfortable in my body, and happy with pretty much everything. I'm content! And that is good enough for me!
Today I'm really appreciating my life, and all that has come with it. Today I'm truly celebrating turning 30.