I was 29 when I got off drugs for good, so my thirties were spent growing up and becoming the person I am today. In these last 10 years, I've learned to accept a lot of things that I don't like about myself, but more importantly, I became aware: self and otherwise.
Who knows what this next decade of life will bring, but I'm hoping it will only get better. Does life really begin at 40? I'm about to find out.