Another whiny post about some chick who turned 30

30. It finally happened. I am officially out of my 20's. I want to fill these paragraphs with tales of how I am so bad ass that I just eased into 30 full of grace and dignity. Okay if you have met me you know grace is something I have never had, and dignity okay well I would like to say in general I am a pretty awesome human being. But no I did not look at turning 30 as just another birthday that I could be all "whatever" about. Now that its been a few months into 30 I am looking back thinking "why the fuck was I so worried about this?" But I was and it's my blog so I get to whine about how it seemed so awful at the time. When you're writing your blog you can blah blah blah about how wonderful this next stage of life is. I'm sure we're all glad to see that my maturity has stayed in tact as I age.

Turning 30 was in no way as awful as the thought of turning 30. Why is this? I'm sure there is some annoying "well society and Hollywood put pressure on women" argument I am supposed to insert here. Well folks I am 30 and old now so I am too lazy to google that annoying pretend feminist bull crap. So just pretend I put a fluff piece about how I am robbed of enjoying my thirties because society wants me to be 25 eternally.

Protesting. Like a boss. 

I think the first mature 30ish thing I did was realize 30 isn't a punishment or a dirty word. 30 is an achievement! My 20's have a lot of fun filled times. They also have a lot of shitty WTF times that I am glad are over. So from here on out 30 is gonna be an accomplishment, that I made it through all the good and bad times and can still laugh about most things. However 30 is not going to be a year where I preach self love and all the drastic changes I am going to make. Yeah I'd like to stop cursing so much (Probably not gonna fucking happen), maybe go to the gym more (sorry I am still behind on "Game of Thrones"), learn to cook (HAHAHAHAHAHA),  and actually make one of the 75242909 projects I pin on pinterest. I am really going to try and become the person I want to be, but having been around the person I am for the last 30 years I know better then to make false promises. 

I also know that a very big part of the reason I am the bad-ass person I think I am today is because of the amazing tribe of friends and family I have gathered all these years. So if it took 30 years to know I have the raddest people ever in my life I am a-okay seeing what's next. The worst part of all this sudden self realization is that all of my sisters in the 30 club told me this? All along everyone said 30 was great. As hard as is it is for me to admit they were right. Being 30 is being allowed to be the most awesome version of yourself. I've also already learned to use my new found "seniority" to justify my ridiculous antics. 

For example: When making my normal cup of 5/8 coffee 3/8 cream and sugar the comment was made "wow thats a lot of cream and sugar." Normally I would try and explain why I like sweet coffee, I gave up lattes, its splenda and sugar free creamer, etc etc. Now I get to look whoever isn't minding there own damn business and say. "You know what? I am 30 fucking years old and can drink my coffee however the fuck I want" 

And that single reader of my blog is the best gift of all.