On Being Thirty

Yes, here I am, the big 3-0!

And I'm waiting patiently for the significant life change which is supposed to come with it.

*waits*
*waits*
*waits*

Meh, if I sit around and wait, I'll still be here when I'm 40.

So far the only thing unusual about being 30 is the sound of it. I mean, after ten years of starting my age with 2-, it's a little tricky to get used to it starting with 3-.

My cousin left me a well-meaning voicemail on my birthday (which was Thursday, but I've been too sick to blog!) reminding me that I'm not really 30, I'm just 29 + 1!

Nope, I really am 30. But I don't mind it. The 20s were not all they were cracked up to be, believe me.

A few months ago while shopping for a birthday card for someone else, I saw a card that would be absolutely perfect for my opinion about 30. The outside said, "If 50 is the new 30, then 30 must be the new 10." Then the inside said, "So who's up for a juice box and a game of dodgeball?"

So, you can watch me for wrinkles and gray hairs if you like, but you'll have to catch me first! ;-)