Well I can no longer call myself a twenty something woman, as my friend would say. With each passing year in the twenties, my roommate from college would say we no longer need to disclose our actual age (except on legal documents of course), just that we are twenty something. That logic sounded good to me!
Today I am 30- really no other way to say it. I will admit I was pretty stressed leading up to today. I was completely consumed with the number. I had no intention of even celebrating. Then something magical happened. I began to realize that the number doesn’t matter, it’s the way you feel, plus a party is a party, no matter what age. 30 is going to happen whether I like it or not, so I might as well mark the day. With that said, I will never be comfortable with those lawn ornaments broadcasting my age for all to see.
I feel good. I am happy, thankful, and blessed. Keep moving forward, continue to grow and be a better person, become more comfortable in my own skin. These are my hopes and goals for the decade to come!
My family had a beautiful party to celebrate my birthday. They made my favorite foods for dinner, fabulous and thoughtful gifts, and even a cake made entirely of flowers and one real cake too!
