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Turning 30 always seemed like a distant, almost daunting milestone.
For years, I feared it, thinking it was the threshold into “old” age, the point where youth slipped away and responsibilities loomed larger than ever.
But now that I’m here, standing on the precipice of my 30s, I realise how misguided those fears were.
Instead of feeling apprehensive, I feel a sense of excitement and readiness.
This is not the end of youth, but the beginning of a new, richer chapter of my life.
Looking back on my 20s, I see a decade filled with lessons, growth, and transformation.
Those years were a whirlwind of experiences, some joyous and others challenging.
I navigated the uncertainties of early adulthood, faced setbacks and triumphs, and slowly but surely, I found my footing.
Each experience, no matter how small, contributed to the person I am today.
In my 20s, I often grappled with self-doubt and insecurity.
I worried about fitting in, about meeting expectations, about finding my place in the world.
I made mistakes, as we all do, but I learned from them.
I discovered my strengths, acknowledged my weaknesses, and began to understand what truly matters to me.
