My best days are ahead of me

So I was thinking today about how young I really am. I'm barely 20 years old and that's young. I've had an awkward teenage spell and I'm glad that those years are behind me because I think I was born to be 30. I know that sounds stupid and maybe a little weird but when you think about it the way I do it goes like this... As a teenager things sucked. I switched high schools my junior year to follow the dance program and I was a mess. I didn't know what to think, what to do or how to make decisions. If I'm being honest, I hated high school. There was too much useless drama and rules to follow that were simply pointless. Now that I'm in college I feel like I'm slowly growing more into myself. I can make better decisions, I can be whoever I want to be and maybe I'm still figuring that out but college agrees with me right now. But even though college sits well with me I can still feel the itch to keep moving. I can truly feel that my time of growing into the woman that I want to be is in full bloom. I think that when I am thirty I will finally have it all together. Emotionally, mentally, etc I will be settled. Hopefully by then I will have my career sucessfully underway and be happy making a life out of dance. I might even have my head wrapped around what ever the hell the point of high school and my teenage years was. If I'm not married with babies by then, who cares? I don't, that's for sure. Of course I would like to be married but it's not a race. I could be happy not getting married but simply being together for the rest of my life but that's because I am a "bad person", however that's a topic for another day. The point I'm trying to make is that when I'm thirty I think I will be where I want to be. I'll finally be happy and have my life together then. Maybe I'm wrong, but I've got ten years to figure that out.