…or also known as the year that I turn thirty. I know I’m not alone; I have several close friends who are also hitting the big 3-0 with me this year. I also have friends, who shall remain nameless, who have already passed into the unknown realm of thirties…For you people who are already thirty, or way past thirty, I’m sure you are already rolling your eyes muttering that it’s not that big of a deal. And my younger friends, you are just now realizing how old I am. But my fellow twenty-niners…this is it. We turn thirty and then we die. Hah. Just kidding, what do I know?
What I do know is that my almost thirty-two year old husband needs hip surgery. Yes, I said that right. I’m turning thirty and he needs hip surgery. Our next move is into a retirement community where we can age gracefully. Hopefully they’ll let us out for Ajax’s kindergarten graduation.
All joking (at my husband’s expense) aside, I’ve been thinking a lot about my upcoming birthday. Which really isn’t upcoming because it’s on the very end of 2015 (thank you November birthday!). But knowing that this my year of turning THIRTY… aaahhhh! If what I’ve already asked for as a birthday present is any indication… heaven help. A trip to India. A second, week-long sail-boating excursion around the Greek Isles, a farm table dinner in Napa with all of my favorites (I’m actually still hoping for this one…), diamonds, lots of diamonds. Thirty to be specific.
Aren’t you glad you aren’t married to me. My poor husband with his broken hip.
Knowing that I’m about to hit this milestone this year had made me think and reflect. Not because I really think my life is over, but because it is moving forward and this train isn’t stopping. Whether I like it or not, thirty is barreling at me and I want to be ready to move into the next stage of my life wholeheartedly. That really means I get to be twenty-nine for eleven more months! I have a whole (almost) year before I turn thirty. I have a year to be twenty-nine, and I am and want to stay so excited for that year. I may still have a slight meltdown come the beginning of November, might. But until then, I plan on relishing these last months as a twenties-something in this 2015 year, loving the moments I have, the memories I get to make, and still getting to decide who I want to be when I grow up. Because let’s face it…I’m not quite UP yet. Not until I’m thirty…