It’s my freaking 30th birthday!

I actually didn’t think I was going to go all out and write up an entire (last minute) blogpost for my birthday (as if you hadn’t noticed, my blogging as been severely lacking these days….for which I actually have a little anxiety about said situation – ugh), but I realized that I had a number of thoughts and feelings about this “milestone” tonight (November 14th), and wasn’t sure I’d be able to fit it all into one Instagram  post in the morning. 

Nick likes to say that “30 is just another number, same as any other”, but I feel that is just typical man logic for yeah. I on the other hand feel like my life has been shifting for the past several years, and turning 30 only solidifies where my life is headed and what I no longer care to waste my time and energy on. There are just certain things that I’ve begun to slowly realize aren’t really applicable to me nor feel is important to spend my limited time on, and instead have created goals + lifestyle choices, and have seen these dreams slowly take shape over the last 2-3 years. While some of it has been out of choice, I’m quite amazed and fascinated that it’s been the things I have no control over that have been the biggest shapers.

In my early 20s I truly believed that once I got married, life would be set….even perfect, and I wouldn’t have a care in the world. I honestly laugh when I think about the little trials (if you can even call them that) Nick and I experienced in our relationship while we were dating, and thought some of the things we had to work through would be the hardest things I would ever have to endure….oh silly naive me. But that bubble quickly popped once we had Evanna, and man, life is one hell of a trip and can be quite unkind at times. And even when I consider the “cards we’ve been dealt” and the experiences we’ve endured since 2014 – I’m quite sensitive and aware that we could have it way worse and we are quite blessed when it comes to the support we receive from our friends, family, medical team, and even our country. Even the simple fact that I have an extremely supportive spouse + partner who does more than his fair share when it comes to raising our children is something I often take for granted. 

My 20s may have seen a few close friends completely disappear from my life without explanation, however, it also saw over 100 new relationships take place and develop. It slapped me with the reality of how precious this life is, and how a healthy body is the probably the most underestimated gift ever given. Moving into the last few years, I’m learning to care a little less about what every person thinks about me, and that it’s okay if not everyone likes you. I’m still learning how to be more confident and comfortable in my own skin, and how amazing it is to really put yourself out there. Sure it’s risky, and there have been plenty of times that things haven’t exactly worked out in my favour and told “no”… but for every rejection, there has been a better “yes” around the corner waiting for me. 

While I’m a tad afraid to think what may come in my 30s (can you blame me?), I’m also quite excited. From the personal goals + dreams I intend to crush, continuing to see my time as valuable and living more intentional. Sure, “selfcare” is continuing to be so important, but translating that into meaningful and more purposeful actions that lead to an overall healthier person physically and mentally. 

So to my 30s…. I may be a little hesitant for you and what you have in store for me… but let’s DO THIS!

xo Kierra