I don’t drink as much, I can’t fill up my days with as many shenanigans as I like, but I can be more honest and I’ve become more certain of what is worth my time and energy and what isn’t. While I still have hang-ups of my own, honestly, I loved entering my 30s and starting from a place where it was no longer about fulfilling the definitions I set for myself.
It was just 30, and I let it happen without protest. It’s not about getting my first literary award, completing an MA, or even my first million pesos. It is about making a plan and sticking to it, even when it’s as mundane as wanting a choco-butternut donut and actually getting one on the way. It’s about consistently telling your nearest and dearest that you love them even if you can’t see them, and finally seeing them beyond that chat video app.
Ease into your thirties. Embrace your mortality and let it surprise you. Be shocked, be amazed…or just scoff and carry on.