I am now less than a month away from 30. THIRTY. 3-oh! And as I hit this milestone in life, I can't help but think about all that's under my belt now that I'll be a woman in her thirties.

By 30 I wanted to be: confident, less concerned about how others perceived me, aware of my strengths and weakness, and surrounded by genuinely good people. I believe that I already possess these, at 29 and 11/12. I am pleased to be working at a job I really like, making my mark as a writer and film maker, and dating the coolest guy ever. I am not where I thought I'd be, when I was say 18, but I definitely feel like I'm actually doing what I want. Sure, I don't have the house in Fiji yet, but I don't necessarily think that'd make me happy by itself. 

As I head into the age I've always wanted to be, I feel aware of who I am, what I want, and what I am not. It's so much less stressful than being a frantic self-conscious 21-year old.

But the 20s were fun, and I'll miss filling out the forms and claiming to be 25-29, or "in my 20s" as I once had before (does anyone remember my Myspace name "Twentysomething"?). I'm ready to enter a new era of my life, though I don't expect I will change very much. I'll still be the same goofy-grinned, enthusiastic writer you've known for years. I can't wait to see what the next decade brings!