When I was turning 27/28, I was worried about getting closer to 30. I don’t know why. I just didn’t like the thought of it. I felt so old already. But in this last year, I’ve changed my outlook. Maybe the inevitability of it hit me. But mostly I think I’m ready to embrace it. How can 30 really be that much different than 29?
So many people (women especially) say they are 29 and holding (or something similar). Not me. I am 30 years old and proud. I have been through many things in my 30 years. I have learned so much. I am still young and I have a lot of life to look forward to.
I’ve always enjoyed having a summer birthday. And with it being so close to the 4th of July there are always lots of get-togethers, cookouts, picnics, fireworks, festivals, and other great summer fun going on. Tomorrow is only supposed to reach a high of 76 here. I think that will be the coolest birthday on record for me (probably not, but I don’t remember any cool birthdays).
The plans for my big day? Ehh, not much. Matt and Zachariah are taking me out for dinner. I get to chose where. That’s about it. Maybe I’ll get out of the house for a while with Zachariah. I got a check from my grandma, so maybe I can find something to get with it. (I just saw an ad for the new “Dance on Broadway” Wii game, and it looks like fun!) Otherwise, it’s just a normal day. I’m sure I’ll do laundry and dishes and scrub the toilet.
And you know what? I don’t care. That’s my life, and I love my life. So, Happy 30th Birthday to me!