Well, people, it’s here. Today is my 30th birthday. How’d it get here so fast? I remember my 18th birthday like it was this morning, rather than yesterday. Yesterday, my family and friends threw me an awesome party. I am beyond blessed to have people in my life who genuinely care about me and show it. I stayed up until 12 a.m. and at 12:04, it hit me that I am officially out of my 20s, and I wanted to cry. For like, three seconds. Then I was over it. Instead of looking back on the past and comparing myself to others and their accomplishments by this age, I’ll embrace what’s to come because I know without a doubt that I am favored by God. Things will only get better with time.
Meanwhile, since I’d already reposted “30 Things Every Woman Should Have Before She Turns 30,” I figured I’d do a manifesto after I received a funny email about how to write one. A manifesto is defined as a “written statement declaring publicly the intentions, motives, or views of its issuer.” I immediately thought about Clutch Magazine’s manifesto. I always thought it was cute, so why not do one of my own?
I will live my life and make decisions with purpose and intention. (Except for when I want to catch a good sale.)
I will do what makes me happy, even if it doesn’t pay off right away now. I know it will.
While I know my small circle of friends is more than sufficient, there’s nothing wrong with being “sociable” outside of that circle.
I will work harder to reciprocate the love and care shown to me for my family and friends.
Time is nothing to play with. Use it strategically and to your best advantage.
Community is important. I should invest in it.
I know that “the club” is not the be all, end all. There are so many other things to do, I don’t care what R. Kelly says. (I’ve known this for a while though.)
Reading is what’s up. And of course, writing is, too.
I will take better care of myself physically. I’ve made it to 30 without having to take hypertension meds. That’s a miracle.
God loves me, so I will let my light shine, so others can see He loves them, too. (Yes, I went old school.)
Now that that’s out of the way, let me get my birthday dance on.