As I'm starting to write this post, it’s two and a half hours before the end of another decade of my existence. I’m about to say goodbye to being in my 20s.
Contrary to what you’d think I’m not sad that I’ll be thirty. In fact, I’m so looking forward to this next chapter in my life. But when these kinds of changes happen, you can’t help but reminisce about the past.
I spent the early years of the decade burying myself to work. I think every fresh grad’s goal after leaving college is to prove to everyone else that you can succeed in your chosen career. And I did. A year and a half into my second job and I was promoted to Operations Supervisor.
If there was one thing, I regret about the first half of that life, it’s that I did not have fun. At that time, I honestly have never heard of the term work-life balance. The office was my world. And the precious few days I’m not in there, I spent inside my room burying my nose deep into my comic book collection.
Towards the end of my supervisory stint I did give myself a chance to have fun. For a few months I lived away from home, with my friends. Those were some of the most fun times of my life. Living independently and sharing one roof with my now lifelong friends.
When I decided to leave that life, I did not expect that I’ll start from scratch. With only a job title to my name I learned that it was not enough to land me a job that I wanted. I had to start from the bottom again.
But I learned to balance work and fun. I stayed connected with the friends I made. The one thing I did not do when I was younger. Eventually, I found a job that I love.
One of the highlights of the decade is that I started to blog. I met new people, learned a lot of new things. I get to share my life, my views, opinions and whatever I fancy to write. The best thing is, there are people who read it. And there are some who even like it.
The last decade, I also found love. A few times. Some loves broke my heart. And there are also hearts that I broke. There was one that I had a hard time moving on from. But eventually I found a soul who now owns half of my heart.
Unlike some, I’m not afraid to be in my 30s. The last few years I know I have grown. Physically. Emotionally. I’m much more confident now. I’m wiser. And apart from my weight issue, I actually believe I look better now.
It’s been 3 hours on my first day being thirty. And already I’m feeling this is going to be an awesome decade!
Happy Birthday to me.