A.R. Geiger

Y’all, I am thirty.

*Cue my mind exploding*

Okay, yes, this is old news, but I didn’t talk about it last month when it actually happened because I was too busy starting a new job and going to the most amazing party and learning how to sign autographs.

But I’m gonna talk about it now because this is so super exciting for me. I am thirty. I’m out of my twenties.

And it feels amazing.

If you know me, you know that I am not afraid of getting older. My teens were some of the worst, most anxious years of my life. My twenties were better, but still so hard. I like to say that every year it gets better because I know more than I did before.

Does anyone else feel that way? I hate not knowing how to do things, I hate being awkward and unsure of myself, I glory in experience and knowing how and being able to say, “Oh, don’t worry, I’ve done this before.”

Now, even when I can’t say that, I can say, “Oh, but I’m good at doing new things! I do them all the time. Look at all the new things I’ve done in the last ten years!”

It is such a reassuring feeling.

I am so much less afraid now. I am so much surer in my relationship with God, with myself, and with the people in my life.

I know better how to pray. And trust. And hope. And be gentle with myself when I’m struggling, or stop an anxiety attack in its tracks, or encourage myself on to new and exciting things!

Thirty has only been around for a month, y’all. But thus far?

It’s been a very, very good month.

Also, look how cute those boys are. I didn’t have them to hang around with when I turned twenty.

So yeah. Thirty is pretty amazing.