Friday, February 1, 2013

Thirty

"Thirty was so strange for me. I've really had to come to terms with the fact that I am now a walking and talking adult." ~C.S. Lewis

I turned 30 last week on the 25th. 

Is it strange that 30 is not strange for me?  Isn't that a normal reaction to completing your 3rd decade of life?  

This birthday just feels like a non-event to me.  Seems like 30 should feel so big, so adult, so momentous. But it just doesn't to me.  Its just another year, no different than 29 or 31. I'm not trying to be profound or Zen when I say this, just saying how I feel.  

A couple thoughts on perhaps why this seems like such a non-event to me. I am at a really good place in my life right now. No reason to have any regrets. No feeling like my life is missing something.  I am profoundly happy and have so much to be grateful for. 

Even if I weren't in such a good place in my life I think I would feel the same.  I don't really have any expectations of what my life should look like at any particular age. I don't really have any expectations of what being an adult should feel like either.  I'm still just me, no matter my age or what is going on in my life.



I spent my non-event birthday with my sister.  She treated me to a pedicure and coffee.  It was nice to have some sister time sans baby :)

Little did I know that would be our last chance to hang out just the two of us for a while.  She went into labor the following morning and gave birth to her baby boy the evening of the 26th.  What an awesome birthday gift!  He is beautiful and amazing and perfect!  

Welcome to the world baby boy nephew!  I hope your first 30 years bring you as much joy and happiness and mine have!  

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