Approaching Thirty

I'm approaching my thirties and it is scary. 
I'm scared because ending a chapter is saying goodbye.
Goodbye to the friends we've made.
Goodbye to the version we've made of us.
As the last day ends, we are faced with the reality that- 
Things will never be the same. 

But I'm glad to say goodbye.
I'm glad that things will never be the same.
I'm glad to let go of the friends that aren't vibing with me anymore.
I'm glad that I could be a different version of me. 

As much as I enjoyed my twenties, 
I am glad it is over.
No more wasted time, energy, money.
No more aiming for perfection, materialistic pursuit, and battling human nature.
No more self-help and motivational speeches.
No more fixing my routine, my feed, or my aesthetic.
No more thinking about what others might think me. 

I would be honored to be thirty.
And carry along the wisdom of my twenties. 

I would be honored to be thirty.
To be genuinely happy. 

To accept things for what they are,
Instead of fixing them 
to be what they should be. 

Maybe freedom doesn't come in the absence of restraint.
But in the absence of bitterness and hate.
And wisdom will get me there.
Being thirty will get me there.