Well today is the day. I’m 30 years old. I have been thinking about this for a while now, what does it mean, how do I feel? The answer is surprisingly simple. I’m fine with it, I am happy with where my life has taken me, what I’ve accomplished and I think I feel my age which is quite fantastic (ignore pregnancy symptoms). Prior to this pregnancy business I was in good shape, comfortable with myself and getting better at excepting everything I see in the mirror. “They” say it’s all down hill from here (both age 30 and pregnancy) but I believe I can get most of what I had back after the baby arrives and can accept what I can’t and move on. I don’t know, maybe 30 is the new 20? Past years were harder, 28 in particular. I remember so clearly feeling past my prime. Now I say piss on society’s prime, I’m not a babe on Laguna Beach, big deal. I’ve never even seen that show, that alone cracks me up. I’ve grown out of my
own old demographic! I’m a 30 year old working, married, knocked up suburbanite with the beginnings of crows feet and an alarming amount of grey hair. Take me or leave me. That right there, the take me or leave me is what has changed over the years. I am living my life feeling comfortable and doing what I can to create my own happiness, that’s an accomplishment and one I am glad to say only took me 30 years to achieve.
Happy Birthday Me.
Speaking of age, is anyone else in love with Dove these days and their Pro-age line and the campaign for real beauty? I love what they are trying to do. Check this out…