I’m Thirty?!?

So yeah, that happened this week. Still processing.

The thing is, I am absolutely not freaked out about getting older. Normally I don’t even keep track of how old I am, and anyways I’m looking forward to my thirties and seeing my family grow up. I am a little freaked out about how old I actually am. I feel like just yesterday I turned twenty-three.

I don’t feel thirty. Not even close. Adult-hood has completely taken me by surprise. Like, I know I have two kids and I own a house and I have a real adult job, but I still don’t feel like I have my stuff together. I just feel like I’m making everything up as I go. Maybe that’s normal for thirty-year-olds, but it just seems like they all have everything figured out.