Dirty 30 Thank You
From the bottom of my heart, I wanted to thank everyone for their birthday wishes!
I turned 30 and got a lot of "you're old" jokes, but that's A-OK with me.
I remember even in my early/mid twenties my friends would moan about not feeling young anymore. They missed being 21, they missed college, they missed xyz. But...why think that way? I thought. There were some amazing times, but they weren't everything. Why live with your head swiveled backwards?
My friend Sarah put it perfectly. "I'm happy being 30. In my twenties I was a mess. I had terrible jobs and dated awful people and I was just a wreck. I feel so much better now."
Amen. I'm sure life will throw huge loops in the next few years (kids, houses, change, ah!). But isn't that the beauty of it all? That I'll even have the chance - if I'm lucky enough - to be blessed with more years to find out what's next?
One aspect of my twenties I'm grateful for is meeting Mike. I was 25 and an over-highlighted ball of angst. I was plaguing over something, anything, all the time. Over my "career" as a glorified lunch lady. Over what shitty apartment to move to next. I also drunkenly cried a lot, for no apparent reason. Like, in public.
Five years later, not only did he not kick me to the curb, he threw me a surprise get-together with some of my closest friends and even learned how to work an eVite! Thank you Mike, I love you.
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