This past Sunday I turned the big 3-0. I didn't dread this birthday at all. In fact, it feels more right than being in my twenties. Is that a weird thing? I don't really think so, and I'm going to embrace it. I think this next decade is going to be amazing as I settle into true adulthood and prepare to raise my daughters into young women and grow our businesses. That being said, I never thought I would be where I am right now at age thirty if you had asked me ten years ago. Never in a million years.
Here’s a list of things I never thought I would do by the time I was 30.
Work for my family.
That was a big hell-naw for me when I was in college. Quite literally, the thought of entering into the family business never even crossed my mind. In fact, the thought of being in any business didn’t cross my mind. I studied French Language & Literatures along with Anthropology for chrissakes. During my junior year, I embarked on a grant program that had me studying language acquisition for adults (still in love with this), and the plan was to move to NYC and get my Masters in teaching and education, maybe even a PhD. Funny how things change when you step out of academia and into the real world for a minute.
Growing up and throughout college, marriage was really of little interest to me, if I’m being honest. I don’t mean that in a “I don’t believe in marriage” kind of way, because obviously I do as I am happily married. I just never really bought into the whole dreaming of my prince and having a big white wedding thing. I was briefly engaged to my last college boyfriend before graduating, and only because he wanted to get married so badly. I broke up with him after graduation when the blinders came off and I decided marriage may not be for me for a good while. That is, until just a few short months later I started hanging out with one of my best guy friends from college again (that the aforementioned BF had sucked me away from - I swore I’d never be one of those girls!) and one and half years later we got married. I was the ripe old age of twenty-three and haven't looked back since.
Have not one, but two kids.
Ok, I haven’t had the second yet and I turned thirty on Sunday. But I’m 32 weeks pregnant, so let’s go ahead and count it, shall we? I was never the kind of gal that daydreamed of having a big family with lots of kids. When Tyler and I got married, I told him I wasn’t sure that I even wanted kids, and that if he didn’t want any that I would be OK with that. He looked at me like I was an alien. Then one day, I just did and I was ready. When Hattie Jane came along, I felt absolutely complete and the thought of a second child didn’t occur to me until one day almost three years later there it was.
Live in the suburbs.
There, I said it. I’ve avoided the fact that we now live in the suburbs, and I rationalize it because we don’t live in a neighborhood and we have two acres. But it’s true. We live in the ‘burbs. We moved just outside the city lines of Franklin, Tenn. from East Nashville a little over two years ago. I miss my little Inglewood home and our community desperately some days, but where we are now is the logical choice as my husband likes to remind me. We live across the street from a rated 10/10 elementary school, two minutes away from our amazing daycare, ten minutes away from my parents (aka free babysitters) and thirty minutes away from Tyler’s family in Columbia (aka more free babysitters). Just kidding, family, you are more to me than that. Not to mention, Franklin is beautiful. I can also easily access all of our restaurants, which I could not before. He’s right, it makes perfect sense. Sigh.
So it looks like my life has taken a more traditional path than I ever expected, and honestly I’m loving it... even on the dark and exhausting days (we all have them). Here’s to Dirty Thirty and to what the next decade will bring. Should be a fun one!