So here we are……30…..this is it. I always thought I’d cry when I hit the big 30. I also thought I’d be married, own a home and have a successful business.
Yet here I am 30:
- Single mother of 3
- Still building my business
- Definitely not married
I’m finding that 30 is just a number. When should my ducks all be in a row? When will I have that ah ha moment? When will life just make sense? Who TF KNOWS! I’m constantly growing and battling my demons. I’m not where I want to be, I’m probably further out than I would like to be, but I’m happy that I haven’t thrown in the towel.
Life has taught me that things could always be worse. Faith has taught me that nothing can break me unless I allow it. I’m ok with struggle, I’m ok with pain, I know there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, and I will continue to chug along. I made a very sentimental post on Instagram the other day. It depicted what life really looks like. It proved how strong I am required to “appear” to be. I swear I’m just holding all of my pieces together with rubber bands and chewed gumballs until I figure this thing called life out.
I never thought adultiung would be this hard. On top of that throw in parenting! Parenting is not just physical, it’s mental. The weight on a mothers’ shoulders is tough, and it’s amazing what we can endure. In my 3 decades of living I have been mentally abused, physically abused, homeless, hungry, lost and FOUND. Times can be tough these days, but I always look back and remember where I came from.
So here we are……30. I’m ready for all the shit you’ll throw my way and looking out for all the glory that will come after the storm. Cheers to the Dirty 30.
PS:my featured pic is a cute cake topper you can find HERE. It is not my shop nor do I own the pic.