A few months ago, I signed up for a spring race, and it asked for my age on race day.
I was so tempted to fill in 30, in total denial that I was turning 31. 31 sounds SO much older than 30. As I’ve been joking for the past few weeks, 31 is in your 30s. 30 is basically just an extension of your late 20s, right?
I was supposed to have my whole life figured out by 31. Two kids, husband, dog, house a very short commuting distance from the city, great job where I wear heels to work everyday.
Well, I have a dog, and I have a great job. I am too lazy to wear heels regularly because I like to walk a lot and walking a lot and heels don’t mesh and lord knows I carry enough in my bag everyday.
I had the chance to hear Lauren Book talk last night at Junior League. She was sexually abused as a child, and has made it her mission to prevent abuse through awareness and education through her foundation. Her father, Ron Book, a prominent Florida lobbyist, has worked to lobby Florida lawmakers for stronger laws to prevent sexual abuse, and Lauren will be walking across the state of Florida in March and April to raise money and awareness to end sexual abuse.
I was certainly moved after hearing their talk. On the subway home, I thought about Lauren, I thought about friends who are dealing with sick loved ones right now and my own father recovering from knee replacement surgery, and I was so grateful for everything I have.
For parents who adopted a little girl 31 years ago, and have gone so above and beyond ever since. For wonderful friends, including one sweet one whose texts from Geneva made me tear up this morning. For my health, which allowed me to HIIT it this morning at Uplift. (Good lord is that class difficult.) For all of you wonderful Internet people who have already showered me with birthday wishes. For the best coworkers in the world, and I job I love. I have a lot more than I don’t, and I’m incredibly lucky for that.
2014 has already started off far better than 2013, and I have a feeling 31 will be much better than 30 was.
But I don’t officially turn 31 until 6:15pm, so I’m going to enjoy the last few hours of being 30!