I turned 30 yesterday. As you probably already know if you read this blog regularly or follow me on any social network.
Unlike 18, or 21, when your age affords you different privileges and responsibilities, 30 and any other age ending in a zero or a five are only milestone birthdays because they are big, round numbers.
When I turned 25, I had a meltdown. I hadn’t measured up to the standards I’d set for myself to meet by that age.
I’ve had an intense past few months, and maybe that distracted me a bit, but I wasn’t the least bit upset about turning 30 yesterday, and I celebrated the actual birthday in a fairly low-key way. I mean, it was a Monday and a workday.
A free spinach feta wrap was a good way to start the day.
I met up with Jen for lunch.
Three of my awesome friends had these flowers delivered to me at work.
And then I had a Junior League meeting and did some more celebrating there. Someone at the meeting said “I can’t believe this is what you’re doing for your 30th birthday!” Well, there’s plenty of other celebrating, and it was so much fun to spend it at a place that means so much to me. There were a few other people with things to celebrate at the meeting, so they had champagne and cupcakes…and everyone sang happy birthday to me.
Afterwards, a smaller group of us went to Amber for maybe just one more glass of wine, some sushi and lots of laughs.
Well, the card that both my mom and Tina got me is right. I certainly don’t feel any different today than I did Sunday, but if I think back to how much I’ve learned since I turned 25, I understand how people say that the 30s are actually pretty awesome. Yeah, my life isn’t quite what I thought it’d look like at this age, but I am happy to be surrounded by wonderful people and I’m proud of what I have accomplished.
How old are you?