Well, I did it.
I made it to 30.
I feel like should get a certificate or a prize or something.
Age has never really been something that bothered me. That’s probably, in large part, because I don’t feel 30. I still feel like the quirky and weird 18-year-old Josie except I have a much better sense of who I am. Plus I can legally drink, and I have a husband, and a baby, and a job, and a mortgage and HOLY FUCK I AM 30.
Okay, okay… so what I think I’m really trying to say here is I don’t think I look like I’m 30. If you disagree with that last statement go ahead and just keep your trap shut. It’s my birthday, you have to be nice to me. It’s the law.
The second half of my twenties has been a really busy time in my life. I almost feel like there was a rush to get so many things done before I turned 30… like big, life-changing events that would set the following years on auto-pilot.
The two biggest things I had in mind were being professionally established and be done having kids… all by the age of 30.
I guess you could say that I am professionally established in the sense that I have a job, I make money and pay my bills and I’m not sleeping on a park bench or anything exotic like that.
But am I professionally established in the ‘I am woman, hear me roar’ kind of way? Nah, I still got a ways to go. But that’s ok. I’m happy to continue establishing my career because what happens when you are like done growing and learning? You don’t get a diploma or a fun party. Work a few more years then retire then die? Dunno. But one thing is for sure… I don’t want to find out. I just want to keep learning and striving to better myself in my chosen career path.
Originally, in the Josie (Harvey) Short blueprint I had mapped out for myself, I was supposed to be done having kids by age 30. I was also supposed to have a mansion with a guest house for my parents to live in when they got old and needed a place to crash and someone to wipe their butts. (BTW, I’m still working on that one, Mom and Dad… I ain’t giving up on that dream yet.)
Let me tell you something… DON’T EVER PLAN SHIT OUT LIKE THAT. It just doesn’t work. God is upstairs laughing his ass off (I hope it’s ok to put God and ass in the same sentence) at me saying lolololol, you weasel… I MAKE THE PLANS, NOT YOU.
And if you are one of those lucky people that happen to have life go exactly according to plan then screw you. Just kidding. Not really.
But really, I guess I could be done having kids. I’ve just got the one… but she is a handful… jury’s still out about that one.
I guess when it comes down to it, my life hasn’t exactly gone according to plan and I feel super lucky that it hasn’t. There have been speed bumps, hiccups and even a few dark holes but I’ve become a person who loves life and her family, enjoys her career and somewhat has her shit together. Without all the hiccups and God making an example of me I wouldn’t be that person.
When I look back on my 30 years, I have a sense of fulfillment but also an eagerness to see what the future has in store for me.
I appreciate you guys reading this and listening to me ramble even though you all are probably just like ‘we didn’t get her a gift so maybe we should at least read her blog.’ You guys are the best.