Hytee
بواسطة Itunu Abiola-Ojo
You know, turning thirty hits different.
It’s not about feeling old, or trying to prove anything.
It’s just… clarity.
The kind that only comes after walking through fire — and realizing you didn’t burn, you refined.
“Thirty, not flirty.”
It sounds playful, but for me, it’s deeper than that.
It’s about stepping into womanhood with focus, not frenzy.
It’s about knowing what I want — and more importantly, what I won’t settle for.
In my twenties, I tried.
I stumbled. I experimented.
I said yes when I should’ve said no, and no when I was scared to say yes.
But I learned.
Every wrong turn taught me how to stand taller, softer, wiser.
Now, I crave quiet confidence.
I crave purpose in everything — in my work, my words, my relationships.
In love, I’ve outgrown chaos.
I don’t chase attention anymore; I crave alignment.
If it costs me peace, it’s too expensive.
And if it’s not mutual, it’s not mine.
My friendships? Smaller circle, stronger bond.
I want people who see me, not just the version I post.
People who clap when I win and hold space when I fall apart a little.
Career-wise — I’m done hustling for applause.
I’m building legacy.
VirtuAvana. HyteeCollections. My writing.
They’re not just projects anymore; they’re pieces of purpose.
Work that reflects growth and gives value.
And goals?
Simple — but solid.
Peace of mind.
Financial freedom.
A closer walk with God.
Better systems. Better boundaries. Better balance.
I want to live well, not just look like I’m living well.
So when I say “Thirty, not flirty,” I’m really saying —
I’m not playing small anymore.
I’m not performing. I’m becoming.
I’m no longer flirting with my potential; I’m committed to it.
Grounded. Grateful. Growing.
Thirty looks good on me —
Not because of how I look, but because of how I’ve learned to see myself.
This isn’t a new version. It’s the truest one yet.
Thirty. Not Flirty. Fully Me.