thirtysomething

 Can I just say it truly feels different to be 30?  

I literally woke up the morning of my 30th just wanting to breakout my mom jeans and cold cream and sit down at the breakfast table with my cup of coffee and morning paper and write out my grocery list for the weeks worth of dinners while sorting coupons.  Haha!  But, I guess you could say that is sorta how I envisioned my 30 year old self.

Yet, what actually happened the morning of my 30th is that I did [indeed] feel older.  I noticed some fine lines settling in around my eyes...I noticed the way my body has changed since one year ago...I noticed the way my closet is filled with practical basics, not the latest trends...and I definitely noticed a rogue facebook comment telling me that at my age I couldn't afford to skip a workout class, even if it was my birthday...

All these things really did just sorta pop up into my main view on my birthday.  But, the thing is, I'm 30.  And all these things I noticed, and met them with a happy shrug.  It is what it is, my friends.  I feel like my 20s were filled with endless questions and struggles and comparisons--what should I do with my life??  what path should I take??  who should I marry??  You know, those big life questions that keep you up late at night.  My 20s were filled with big laughs, passion, and tears.  And here I am, now in my 30s, calm and content.  And happy for it.  Of course, I still have my questions.  I still have my nights of over analyzing--but I also have an understanding that things will work out one way or the other, and I'll always come out on the other side.  

Happy Birthday to Myself!