Why Cried When I turned 30!

Why Cried When I turned 30!

Picture this: a room filled with laughter, joy, and celebration. Friends and family gathered to mark my 30th birthday, expecting smiles and excitement.

Little did they know that when the clock struck midnight and the milestone officially arrived, tears would flow. Why? Because for me, crying was a rare occurrence, a manifestation of emotions I had buried deep beneath a facade of confidence.

The truth is, I had not grown career-wise. I had spent my twenties job-hopping, blissfully unaware of how it was silently eroding my potential for success. Each job change was like chasing a fleeting mirage, promising excitement but delivering little substance. It was a journey of fragmented experiences, leaving me a jack-of-all-trades but a master of none.

As I hit 30, the weight of missed opportunities and squandered years pressed down on me like a heavy anchor. The tears that welled up in my eyes were not just the product of the passing of time; they were a testament to my failure to seize the moment.

Financially, I was drowning in a sea of irresponsibility. My contemporaries were investing in homes, securing their futures, and building retirement funds, while I was living paycheck to paycheck. The reckless spending and impulsive choices of my twenties had left me with a meager savings account and no assets to my name. It was a bitter pill to swallow, and those tears represented the anguish of financial recklessness.

But what cut the deepest was the absence of a career plan. I had drifted aimlessly, like a ship without a captain. There were no clear goals, no well-defined path. I was lost in the vast sea of uncertainty, and it was a lonely, disorienting place to be.

In that moment, surrounded by well-wishers and birthday cheer, my tears flowed freely because they were the cracks in the dam that had held back years of regret, frustration, and self-doubt. They were the raw, unfiltered expression of my disappointment in myself.

But those tears were not a sign of surrender; they were a declaration of war. I resolved that I would not let the next decade pass me by as the previous one had. Those tears were a catalyst for change, for growth, for a relentless pursuit of a better version of myself.

In the years that followed, I embraced transformation with fervor. I sought guidance to steer my career in the right direction, set clear, ambitious goals, and started saving diligently, even if it meant making sacrifices. Most importantly, I crafted a meticulous career plan that would be my guiding light through the darkness of uncertainty.

Today, as I stand on the precipice of a new decade, tears no longer flow when I reflect on my past. Instead, I look back at that pivotal moment with gratitude, for those tears were the spark that ignited my journey of redemption and self-discovery.

Crying at 30 was a rare occurrence for me, but it was the emotional upheaval I needed to break free from the chains of complacency. It was a reminder that it's never too late to rewrite your story, to turn regret into resolve, and to cry tears of triumph as you march toward a brighter future.



Vincent Kemboi, MA, MCK

Journalism Lecturer| Communication Specialist| M&E | Internal Quality Auditor | Researcher

1 年

Very encouraging article. Lack of career mentorship and a clear career path can be devastating. You will always feel empty and helpless even when people around you may be seeing success.

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