Now there is time and Time is young. ~ May Sarton

Many times in my life I have thought about what it would be like turning 30. When my older sister turned 20 (I was 16), I did the math and gasped “You’re gonna be 30 in 10 years!” When I turned 20, horrified, I said the same thing to myself.

This month I celebrate that epic milestone  . . .  but it’s no big deal. Really. Never did I imagine I’d be so content turning 30 when so many people I know have a bulleted list repeating the phrase “By the time I turn 30 I want to (fill in the blank).”  We all know that person-the one who fears the big 3-0 because she still hasn’t nailed down Mr. Wonderful;  he doesn’t own his boat;  she didn’t get  a diamond on her finger; or they aren’t pushing a baby stroller.  Except for finding Mr. Wonderful, I haven’t done any of these things, yet I am fulfilled.

I don’t have a list of “I want by 30.” I’m not fretting over the things I don’t have as I enter my third decade of life; instead, I am content and excited to celebrate the things I have accomplished and the friends and family, who not only helped me along the way, but who I get to share it all with.  My list is lengthy, complicated, and rewarding.  At only 30 years old, I have travelled the word, I have defended our country, and I have created a thriving CrossFit community.

I am living the dream. CrossFit is my life, my work, my passion, and my family. I don’t have a need for diamonds or baby strollers. I’m not worried about anti-wrinkle creams and my metabolism slowing down. I eat clean and pick up heavy sh*t every day.  Listen, I’m not judging people who set goals in life; goals are great!  But why would I worry about white picket fences and trips to Disney when I get to turn the lights on in my very own box and open the doors to my family and friends every day?

And why should I fear the future when I only pee myself sometimes during double-unders. I think I’m doing pretty damn well for 30, and I have a pretty good feeling about 40.