Thirty and Counting

Reminder: I'm switching blogging sites and this is an oldie but a goodie... enjoy!

Just the other day was my birthday... my thirtieth birthday. When I look back I think about the birthdays that have been milestones for me, and probably many others. Of course turning one is a pretty big one. When I go to a five year old's birthday party I always say, "Your're a whole hand now!" Because that's what I thought and heard at that age. Becoming a teenager is pretty important, you are finally out of the kid stage and might even get to sit at the grownup table during Thanksgiving. Eighteen years old is pretty major. Most usually graduate around that age and you are legally an ADULT! Which is fun for just the summer, and then the real work begins. Twenty-one is even better because you are really really an adult that can drink legally, however, I drank more before I was twenty-one then after-the-fact. I guess the main point is, you can drink in front of your parents and not get in trouble for it. Then it's the mighty thirty... There is no going back to being an irresponsible adult at this point. You've made enough mistakes to learn from them, and you are really starting to figure things out. At least that's how I feel.

To be honest, I have always looked forward to my thirties. I've always felt I was either born in the wrong era, or my brain was older than my body. I thought the twenties were for making your mistakes, acting silly, creating crazy memories you can tell your teenagers so that they won't think you were totally lame. The thirties I thought were for creating your home, knowing what you want and not being afraid to go and get it, and being comfortable in your own skin.

My husband on the other hand, was not looking forward to his thirties. Yes, I'm married to an older man... he's about to be thirty-one. He he. I joke with him about getting old, and come to think of it I might get a walking cane for his birthday this year just to rub it in.

Speaking of my hubby, he got me a book for my birthday. I love books. Like really love books. After reading some of it I couldn't believe that I have never heard of it before.

Definitely a book for all women of all ages. Well, maybe not two year olds. Well, two year olds aren't women either. Geeze! Don't you hate it when you argue with yourself?!

Some look at birthdays with meager excitement, thinking that they haven't done enough in life or they may analyze what did or didn't happen and why. Some are exceedingly optimistic about the future and all the treasure it may hold. I choose the latter.

Until next time,

D ~ thirty and counting