I turned 30 last September and I have to be honest, I haven't really appreciated it until now.
In all honesty, turning thirty freaked me out. I kept thinking about how my twenties were going to be just a memory, how I wasn't yet married, and how I wasn't exactly where I wanted to be in life. Time just seemed to be moving so swiftly. I wasn't ready to be thirty quite yet. What did being thirty mean anyway?