My 30th birthday has come and gone.
Highlights of turning 30:
I literally feel less stupid. I know I’m no smarter than I was yesterday, but I feel much wiser than I did when I was a mere twentysomething less than 24 hours ago. I feel like I have been somehow welcomed into an elitist club of the 30+ set. Like I’m an actual, bona fide, adult. I don’t have to ask anyone permission to do anything anymore because I actually am a grownup.
Downside of turning 30?
I’m deeply conflicted about growing older. I called a babysitter this afternoon. She was talking about her sorority. I feel like I was just there in college. Now I’m the mom. Looking for a babysitter. And I’m 30. It’s hard to see but I have gray hairs sprouting up every day. My laugh lines are slowly multiplying and growing deeper. I ache in places that I’ve never ached before, like my neck and my back. Now I’m just one day, one year, closer to death. Oh, and I sliced my finger on a carrot peeler.
It’s weird to be told that you’ve been friends with someone for 2+ decades. Decades? Who speaks in decades?! I feel like it was just yesterday that I learned what that word even meant and now I’m being told that I’ve had friends for decades!? Sigh…
On a more exciting note, I finally got the outdoor tech jacket I’ve been eyeing for the last five years. And I even got a cute pair of winter boots for my birthday! My poor husband took the day off (in advance mind you), was sick with a cold all day, but still mustered the strength to take me shopping and watch the baby all day long. What a guy. How did I get to be so lucky?
Thank you, babe. 🙂
I received wonderful birthday cards from friends and family. I got beautiful flowers from my in-laws. I received a very special gift from my mother, complete with a silly little picture that I want to take out, but probably won’t for sentimental purposes. Thanks, mom. 🙂
Thanks to everyone for the birthday love. It was so fantastic to see the “happy birthday’s,” “have a great day’s,” and “you’re getting old’s” roll in my inbox all day. What would this milestone birthday be without wonderful friends and readers such as you?
30? I guess it’s not so bad. Besides, I’ve heard 30 is the new 20.
