2 weeks from today (on May 25th), i will be turning the big 3-0… that sucks (sorry mama for the not so nice word). i have always LOVED having birthdays and have never minded getting older… that is…. until this year. for some reason, 30 sounds old to me. i have a several friends who have already turned 30 this year, (so i’m not getting much sympathy) but it doesn’t make me feel any better. a couple of weeks ago, i went out with a few girls for a really fun night out to celebrate a friend’s birthday. it was so fun, until i realized that a couple of the girls were only 19 and the birthday girl was only 23 herself!! dang… i felt like a grandma hanging out with them. it was pretty depressing. and if another person tells me that “30 is the new 20″, i’ll probably vomit in my mouth. i don’t believe it one bit. at 20, i was in my prime in college… having the time of my life, hanging out late at night, going on random camping trips at 10:00 at night AND chuck and i started dating that year. here i am 10 years later, longing to be in bed by 10:00 every night.
granted, a lot of incredible things have happened in the last 10 years. i married a wonderful guy and have 2 extraordinary little boys, all of whom i can’t imagine my life without. but 30…. it just sounds terrible. i may end up as one of those people who says they are 29 for the rest of their lives….