30.

I always thought I’d have some big feelings about leaving my 20s behind, but honestly, I’m so ready.

My 20s gave me a lot. A husband, 3 beautiful boys, grew up in about a million different ways, went through some really hard seasons and some really freaking good ones. & probably been 17 different versions of myself over the last 10 years.

But there’s something about these last couple years in particular.

I found my passion for riding, I started putting myself out there more, saying yes to things that scared me and actually following through on some of the ideas floating around in my head instead of talking myself out of them. I met new people, tried new things, made some mistakes, probably embarrassed myself a few times lol… but I also feel more like myself than I have in a really long time.

I think I spent so much of my 20s becoming a wife and a mom, somewhere along the way I forgot that I’m still allowed to keep becoming me, too.

That’s probably the biggest thing I’m taking into 30.

I don’t feel like I have life figured out. Not even close. I just know myself better now. I know what lights me up, I know what matters to me, and I’m getting a lot better at not worrying so much about whether everyone else gets it.

I have my boys, some really incredible people around me, horses to ride, ideas I want to chase, and a life I’m genuinely really grateful for.

So yeah, I’m ready for 30.

I actually have a feeling this might be my best decade yet.