A Letter To My 30-Year Old Self : Megan Cox

girl studying with books and macbook at a coffee shop Photo: Alanna Bagladi

Dear Thirty-Year-Old Megan,

If you’re reading this letter, congratulations! You survived Vegas! Or maybe you just haven’t gone yet, but in May 2015 you’re certainly planning on it for your thirtieth birthday … which is in September. I know that four months doesn’t seem like a long time, but a lot can happen in four months! Who knows what wild antics you’ve gotten up to, and what awesome things you have experienced since I’ve penned this letter for you! Did you enjoy your trip to Portland in the summer? Did you even come back to Victoria, or did you contact your friends and have them ship everything to you while you and your boyfriend found a new home?

A lot can happen in four months, and you’re certainly no stranger to everything happening quickly. Remember when a lot happened in three months back in 2013? You went from ending things with that person with benefits who you barely liked and who very rarely gave you the time of day, and wanting to see more of the world than simply the city that you grew up in, to meeting a wonderful man that you fell head over heels in love with, who you would end up moving all the way across the country with. That all happened in three months! Time flies when you’re having fun. And subsequently, when you’re not as well.

That’s why I’m reminding you to enjoy everything as it happens, and don’t look too far into the future (or past), or worry about it, because it never did you, or anyone else, any good. And you’re a bit of a worrier, remember? So if you can avoid it, you probably should. I know you’re a upset about your twenties being over, but just remember that this is the beginning of your thirties! And the beginning of something is so wonderful, isn’t it? (Please remind thirty-nine-year-old Megan that when she wants to come back in time and strangle the life out of the two of us. Just show her pictures of corgi puppies, I’m assuming we’ll still love those dorky, stumpy pups.)

What I’m trying to tell you is that you still have so much to look forward to, so much to be happy about. You twenties were amazing, you made so many loving and caring friends, and so many wonderful memories, and your thirties are going to be the same way. Just because you’re younger sister thinks you’re “not that old,” (please negate the fact that she is graduating high school in a year and that makes you feel like a literal dinosaur), doesn’t mean that you are old. You’re as young as you feel! And, if I know you at all, that’s about twelve-years-old. Please never stop being a literal child disguised as an adult – the people that care about you love that about you.

Actually, please never stop doing anything that you do and love. You should know that by now. That’s what makes you unique. Don’t think that because you’re thirty that it’s too late to do the things that you find joy in. You’ve always been a late bloomer by society’s standards. You didn’t have your first boyfriend until you were twenty, didn’t go to college until you were twenty-one, didn’t move out of your parents’ basement until you were twenty-four. And with every year that has passed by so far, things have gotten better. Just imagine what all the rest of the years of your life are going to hold! So much love, joy, wonder, and adventures.

Remember that you’re going to see the world, and that it’s never too late to learn something new. You want to master playing the ukulele, and speak French a bit more eloquently for when you eventually move to Montréal (whenever that may be), start painting again, and do more writing. Now’s as good a time as any to start (or get better) at those things. Unless if in the next four months I do those things for you, in which case, you’re welcome. It just leaves you free to try and do even more!

You’re going to look back on twenty-nine and wonder what you were so worried about. I know you will, because I’ve certainly wondered why I’ve been worried about turning thirty. If nothing else, please try to stop worrying so much. Life is too short for worrying about things that may or may not happen. Just go with it! Your life is the best adventure that you’re ever going to have.

Love always,
Twenty-Nine-Year-Old Megan


Megan Cox : East Coast woman living in a West Coast city. Sometimes writer, and habitual ruckus causer. Enjoys travelling, history, music, cinema, literature, hockey, and beverages that are warm.