I can’t tell you how much I am loving my thirties. Yes, the maintenance is ridiculous. Hairs sprout everywhere, some of them are gray. My eyes are getting worse. My knees make funny crunchy noises and one or two joints ache when it’s cold. I have pre-diabetes and one functioning kidney, so I have to exercise my tushy off and birthday cake is a thing of the past.
But I have a beautiful, healthy child, a strong marriage, a house, a garden, a dog and some chickens.
I can’t say I’m at the point where I don’t care what anybody thinks, but I don’t give a damn about negative people most of the time.
Today, I am thirty-four. And I do not want what I haven’t got.