The Big Three Oh

Today, I am 30 years old.

It doesn’t feel much different from yesterday, except for that extra serving of Metamucil and the hip that I broke this morning. :p

I made it through about half of my 30 before 30 list. I’ll be updating the blog in the next few days with the stuff I did and haven’t written about. I’m thinking that I’ll finish up the list over the next year. Maybe I’ll get ambitious and do a 31 before 31 (including all of the items that I didn’t finish).

Last night we met some friends for drinks at Top of the Hub (full recap to be posted later), this morning I splurged with a skinny vanilla latte, Kristian and I are going out for Five Guys tonight and we’re going out for karaoke tomorrow. All of the hallmarks of a good birthday!

Plus, I got some birthday coupons in the mail for DSW and White House Black Market. So I’m pretty much contractually obligated to buy myself a pretty new outfit.

I’m surprisingly OK with being 30. Partially, I think, because I had so much time to get used to the idea. I’m a little bit younger than most of my friends, so I’ve spent the past couple of years celebrating 30th birthdays with them. Now that it’s my turn, it feels like old hat. We won’t put the accent on the old part. At least, not just yet. I thought that I would really resent turning 30, but it’s not bothering me too badly.

I know people who didn’t want to turn 30 because they felt like they hadn’t accomplished enough. I know people who didn’t want to turn 30, because they felt like it was the end of all of their fun. I don’t feel like I have either of those problems. I’ve got a fantastic relationship, a good job, I’m halfway through grad school. And there’s that whole getting married in a week business. We don’t get out as much as we used to, but I feel like I do lots of fun stuff and we don’t just sit at home and watch TV. I haven’t been a big drinker since my college years, so I don’t regret the fact that I probably can’t put them away like I used to. We’ve got great friends, my sisters and I get along like gangbusters, and our relationship is strong and steady.

I don’t say all of this to brag, but to remind myself just how good I have it. Sometimes, it’s easy to forget. :p

Happy birthday to me!

PS. My coworkers got me a black forest cake. Yay!