I’ll Be 30, Single, and Still Figuring It All Out
In the movie “13 Going on 30,” the character Jenna Rink sits in a closet crying on her 13th birthday. Distressed about her birthday celebrations going awry, Jenna longs to skip her teen years and go directly to the age of 30.
“I just want to be 30. Thirty, flirty, and thriving,” she repeats.
The next morning, Jenna awakes in the 30-year-old body of actor Jennifer Garner.
When I was 13, I also dreamed about what my life would look like at 30. Fast-forward 17 years, and soon I will be celebrating my 30th birthday.
I also once wanted to be “30, flirty, and thriving.” I had thought that by this age, I would be exactly where I wanted to be, with a career, a husband, and children. But unlike the movie, I am not Jennifer Garner. Instead, I will be 30, single, and still figuring it all out.
Garner’s character seemed to have it all: a dream job at a popular magazine, a gorgeous boyfriend, and a great body. In one scene, the older woman is in an elevator, and her 13-year-old neighbor compliments her dress. Garner pushes up her bra and replies, “It’s because I have these incredible boobs to fill it out!”
To my dismay, I don’t have a dream body like the movie character. I don’t have a full figure. Instead, I have scars down my chest that are reminders of everything I have lived through.
I’m not euphoric in elevators like Garner’s character, but I am proud of the body I live in. Although it’s not exactly society’s image of perfection, I accept my body for all it does for me.
Eventually, Garner’s character learns that 30 may not be such a perfect age after all. In my case, I am approaching my birthday without the house, the husband, or the family I had dreamed about. Going into the next decade, I am newly single after ending a previous engagement, moving back home with my parents, and awaiting another heart surgery in less than a month. The 13-year-old me would be surprised by this plot twist.
In the past 17 years, I lost, gained, and lost again. Through it all, I had to learn the meaning of resilience and hope. I had to trust that my purpose and passion in life would be restored, despite the turmoil I had experienced.
As I near 30, I’m starting to repair things. I’m repairing the hurt in my heart that I feel when I look at the empty finger where I once wore an engagement ring.
I could mourn the life I had planned for myself, or I can embrace the one I’m currently living. In the end, I’m truly thankful for all that I have and all that I have overcome.
Jenna Rink may have been “30, flirty, and thriving,” but Brittany Foster has survived, endured, broken down, and overcome.
I am right where I want to be.
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