Another trip around the sun...
Here I am again, writing about another milestone birthday - My 30th Birthday.
Five years ago I wrote about what it was like to turn 25 and that I really didn't feel any different than I was when I was 24. How all I wanted to do was be a kid again. Not continue to grow up and be an adult.
Since then, I have married my wonderful husband, bought a house, started a career I love, and gained some really awesome friends. Those are all life-milestones. There have been other minor, but also great things that have happened: travelling, tattoos, good food, excellent movies, great books, etc. So, I guess, do I feel 30?
I have to say, no.
I mean, I feel some physical changes in my body and health, but emotionally, other than that constant urge that one feels to settle down more (ie. children), I don't feel much different. Yes, I've learned to let go more, not put up with other people's drama, drop those that don't make our friendship important, and generally just don't give a crap as much. But...
I still feel like a kid.
I still feel like I don't know what I'm doing half the time.
I still feel like I have more growing to do.
I'm sure most women think turning 30 years old is a big thing, and there is likely a smaller group that really doesn't care and just sees 30 as another birthday. Another trip around the sun.
For me, turning 30 was a big deal and not a big deal all at the same time. I wanted to have an awesome day, of which my husband planned me one, but then again, I think I might have been alright with trying to plan something last minute and hope it turned out. (Many of those who know me will absolutely agree that that last line was complete crap.)
My husband planned a day of surprises, which was very lovely. And I very much enjoyed what I did get to do, far more than I think I would have if a giant party and drinking and dancing was on the agenda. (I thanked my husband about this at the end of day.) He had my girlfriends take me out for lunch at a place of my choosing, then they whisked me away for an afternoon at the spa for manicures and pedicures. After we had a quick detour at Chapters bookstore and then he took me out for a steak dinner at one of my favourite restaurants. We even had dessert at a completely different location because the steak place didn't have what I wanted.
Upon returning home, some of the girls had decorated my house with balloons and candles and it was wonderful. They even made me a little indoor fire-pit of candles and jars because it was raining outside. (We did eventually have a fire outside in our backyard once everyone else arrived and the weather cleared up.)
Okay, that cat balloon was the best. I also got homemade oreo cheesecake AND and an ice cream cake. There were chips, hot dogs, s'mores, sour patch kids, sunflower seeds and bevvies. I couldn't have asked for a better, more low key but also exciting 30th birthday than what my husband had planned.
Maybe I'll have to revisit how I feel about getting older in another five years, at age 35. I wonder what will have changed between now and then?
