The. Big. 3-0.

So ... On Monday, I turned 30. 

Whoa, that was weird to type. I have a feeling that the first time someone asks me my age I'm going to have a real hard time answering them. Maybe I'll just be in denial. Check out this if you haven't seen it. It's pretty funny. Also: I didn't get carded buying wine last week. Very interesting. 

Jake was asking me what the big deal is about turning 30? For some reason, I always had an irrational fear that I would be crying on the bathroom floor. Well, the good news is that didn't happen. It still seems very surreal though. I definitely don't feel 30.  When I first thought seriously about turning 30 {which was probably two years ago when I turned 28}, I started asking myself the important questions:

{photo below is from the Carolina Balloonfest, post coming soon}

Does this mean I have to stop shopping at Forever 21? 

Does this mean I have to start having kids right. this. minute?

Does this mean I have to have my whole life figured out?

Does this mean I have to get rid of that tube top in my closet? {I mean, I don't live in Hawaii, anymore... so... yes, I do} 

...and the list goes on and on. 

Somehow I think I'll survive. I've had a running list of things in my head that I wanted to do before turning 30. I am proud of myself for what I've accomplished in my 30 years so far. 

Some highlights:

Go on an amazing foreign adventure -- Iceland. Check

Pay off our wedding loan. Check. 

Get my first facial. Check.

Pass the CPA Exam. Check. {well I did that a long time ago, but it is still one of my biggest accomplishments}

Pay off my credit card. Check {it might have a small balance again... That's life, right?}

Visit NYC for the first time. Check.

Get my first gel manicure. Check.

For me, I think the prospect of turning 30 made me want to reflect. Just on where I've been and where I'm headed. Maybe I don't have to have my whole life figured out, but at least have a rough draft in mind. Jake and I joke about me going to law school. We joke about what city we will live in next. Well, maybe not joke, but we try to visualize living in certain places and just figuring it all out. In the end, it's the journey and not the destination. So, thirty is just another journey. 

Here goes!

xoxo,

Kim

P.S. I filed this under "Beauty" because I didn't know how else to categorize it.