I wrote this post because I am so glad I did go running. As I ran, rejoicing in the trees, the sparkling sunshine and the not-yet-hot air, I thought. And as I thought, I was grateful.
You see, yesterday was not just a birthday: it was my 30th birthday. This has been the first time, for me, where the change in age felt significant. Turning 18 brought permission to drink and vote and make adult decisions, and turning 21 brought symbolic adulthood...but those ages didn't really feel different to the ones they succeeded. In contrast, being in my 30s feels quite different to being in my 20s. I might not have noticed it happening, but I think adulthood is well and truly here!
Yesterday, as I ran, I thought about my life now and my life over the last 30 years. I realised that I have no desire to turn the clock back. That may come (ask me how I feel when I hit 50) but it seems to me that part of life's beauty lies in its countless possibilities.
Those possibilities sometimes turn out to be painful, or challenging, or unpleasant...but then sometimes they are joyous, and beautiful, and inspiring. You have to live with the chance of the former, but embrace the latter when they are there. Every extra year, every extra birthday, marks more experiences and a chance for more ahead.
I thought, too, about the possibilities that have unfolded for me in the last 10 years. It feels like a long time since I started my 20s. In the past decade, I have met friends and lost some; finished an undergraduate degree; started and finished two postgraduate degrees; worked at 8 jobs; bought property; met and married Mr Bite; travelled (and then travelled some more!); turned to plant based eating; won some things and failed at others; been sick and well, happy and sad; discovered running; and, I think, learned the art of acceptance. I've dared to live and love and laugh, and it has been worth every part of the sometimes bumpy journey.
My 30 years have included their fair share of pain and a fortunate share of joy. Who I am reflects both. I don't know what the next decade will bring, but I'm buckled in and ready for the ride. I can also assure you that while I can, I will be running every week of it.
Linked into the Fitness Friday link up on Running Bloggers.
If you have reached / passed 30, was it a good year for you?
Or have you had any birthdays that stand out as 'how old am I?!' experiences?