Sooo…. it’s my birthday week. (And yes, you must always celebrate for a whole week. It’s a rule.) I’ll tell ya right now- I am less than thrilled with this year’s number: Thirty
One Something. (Insert sarcastic eye roll as I type that.) It’s one of those numbers where no one really gets excited about it, you know? Oh you’re 31? Wooptie-freakin-do! Like, people are so less enthused that the entire decade gets thrown into its own category of “something.” It feels boring, but on a really serious and slightly shady note. You can refer to someone as being thirty-something without actually revealing their age – and it’s accepted. And of course it’s serious, because when you’re a thirty-something, there’s no messing around anymore. There is no going back. (Deep breaths.)
If I could go back though, I’d tell my twenty-nine year old self to have no fear. Thirty was my most favorite year of my life. It started out in the BEST way: Christian threw me the greatest surprise party and I felt completely showered with love by my family and closest friends. Michael Bolton even showed up to my party! (Well, he showed up in that he was lovingly blared in the restaurant speakers, thanks to my AMAZING husband.) So naturally we had a quick sing off.
(I won.) (I always do.)
I would tell my twenty-nine year old self that this next year of being thirty would include falling more in love with my husband, really starting to feel comfortable in my own skin, and that a bedtime of 9pm was going to feel really nice most nights. I would tell my twenty-nine year old self that this next year would be the year I take the great leap into the creative world, and that writing would officially become one of my greatest loves. And a bonus to this writing venture? Meeting some of the coolest people I’ve ever known in this world called “blogland.”
I’m convinced that time goes faster the older you get. It’s super cliché but super true. So to slow it down, I told Christian that I was going to turn thirty again this year. And I love him for playing along, because for the last few days he’s been running around the house and saying, “You’re gonna be THIRTY!!!!!!!!!”
Reflecting back on how weirded out I was to turn thirty last year, and the fact that it turned out to be one amazing year, is proof that maybe life does stay sweet, even as it continues to move forward. A reminder that it’s an adventure and not just some finish line to cross at the end. A reminder that another birthday is yet another year I get to live, create, love, be loved, and walk the road of this journey. And what a gift that is. To wake up and breathe. To wake up and live life. To wake up and turn thirty
one. Oh, my grateful heart. I’m totally in, let’s do this. (Again.)
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