I started My Life at Thirty to sort of document my 30th year. (I know, duh.) As more of a journal than a blog. I knew what blogs were, but I had no idea of the wonderful world that was before me. I never expected for anyone to read my blog other than a select two or three. Okay, one. But I love her so much!

Thirty was a real turning point for me in my life. I had already lost a significant amount of weight, and I felt really good about finally getting out of my 20’s. Not that I looked forward to getting older, but trust me, folks, when I tell you my 20’s sucked ass big time.

For me:

Thirty meant I was finally completely emerging from this cloud of darkness. I was seriously getting there in my 29th year, but there was still this fog or haze. I was glad to be turning 30. I welcomed it.

Thirty meant I really discovered me, got to really know me, and realized I love me.

Thirty meant tons and tons of Good Times with the best of friends. There were Hokie tailgates, Happy Hours, Girls’ Cabin Party 2008, a couple of 30th birthday bashes, late, late nights, and great talks! Talks in which I was still learning about myself.

Thirty meant trying my hand at dating again, realizing how much I still suck at it, but that I am now adult enough to admit that the reason that it didn’t work was partially my fault as well as the stupid boy’s. (Although he really did turn out to be a stupid boy. For real.) For now, I’m fine with just being me.

Thirty meant that I now was an aunt, and it has been pure joy to experience my nephew’s first year with him and watch him grow and spoil him rotten! He is my Little Man and the most important person in my life!

Thirty meant losing a best friend. I never knew that I could love and miss a dog as much as I loved and now miss Charlotte. I wish every day that I could just give her just one more scratch behind the ears. There are a few of her things, that I still can’t bear to part with just yet. I may never be able to.

Thirty meant starting this blog, not keeping up with it, then starting it back up again. I’m so glad I did.

Thirty meant meeting new friends. Friends that I know now that I’ll never live without. Friends that I absolutely cannot wait to meet face to face, which will mark the beginning of our own Good Times together! I love them and being a part of their community very much!

All in all, 30 was a good year.

A chapter has now ended; a new one is beginning. That, my friends, is-or was MY Life at Thirty.

Because now I’m 31.