I fully stepped into my 30s last week, and it came with a lot of introspection.
At every milestone age, I have imagined some drastic change happening, almost like the age will unlock a new version of me.
I assumed that with age came certain responsibilities or maybe even a deeper sense of self and purpose.
At 10, 18,21, and especially at 30.
At each point, I had expectations for who I would be and what I would have accomplished. But 30 felt different. It is the age we joke about: “Entering the third floor,” “Joining the 30 plus gang.” But underneath the jokes, there is a pressure we place on ourselves to have done something substantial. At 30, I genuinely believed I would have life figured out.
Well, I turned 30, and I am still the same Maryam.
Still figuring this thing called life.
Still hoping to make an impact somehow, though how I will do that, I genuinely do not know yet.
Age 30 came and went like the wind.
It did not give me the perfection or clarity I thought it would.
But it gave me growth
It’s definitely been the most significant stage of my life- Navigating being a new mum( maybe one day i’ll be comfortable sharing more about this journey) but the growth I went through in the past year has been mind blowing and I am truly grateful for that
What’s my point you may ask? Aging is such an interesting concept. The lessons I have learned this year were not tied to turning 30. They could have come at 27 or even 35. But we often attach meaning to certain numbers because it helps us feel like we’re moving forward, like we’re becoming who we’re meant to be
In all of this, here is what I have learned: Stop waiting for a specific age to become who you want to be. Growth does not need a milestone to matter.
So here is to fully diving into my thirties. To showing up as the best version of myself. To serving God and living a life of purpose.
Cheers to 31.
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