It happened - it was a whirlwind of fun. Then I got sick and seven days later I can finally function again. I guess the powers that be were giving me a nice reminder I can't party like I am 21 anymore.
I wanted to write a 30 post. I debated - a list of 20 things I learned in my 20s, 30 things to look forward to in the future, etc but as January 26 crept closer and closer I had nothing besides an arbitrary and random list.
Leading up to my birthday I was really having a hard time with the idea of turning 30. I don't really know why. I guess mostly I just didn't like the idea of losing that "2" and the idea that I could actually be 30.
30 came and my birthday far exceeded my wildest dreams. I was treated to multiple flower deliveries, cupcakes and singing at work, completely and utterly spoiled by my family and friends, and celebrated with a last minute trip to Vegas with two of my best friends where the surprises kept coming. As I went to bed that Sunday night we got home and thought about the past four days I was overwhelmed with a sense of guilt for all the love and affection I had received - what had I done to deserve it?
Then I got sick and it was work, sleep, work, sleep with no creative energy left to craft anything creative for 30.
Today I had to travel to the North Bay for work. It was my first time doing an "on site" and I was nervous to say the least. Add a 10 car pile up where I traveled 5 miles in two hours and I was going crazy (but so thankful I allowed 3 hours to make a normal hour and twenty minute trip) and even arrived 5 minutes early. I felt a little lost throughout the whole thing, which is par for the course - I spent a lot of my time at work a little lost - but my expert was awesome and I left excited to go home and write my report.
We had amazing weather in the bay today, sunny, clear but still cool. Riding the high of a successful day there was a point in my drive home where I looked to my right and saw water sparkling in front of San Francisco skyline, was listening to a current favorite song on the radio, and drinking Starbucks and thought wow, this is my life! So simple, (and so corny I know) but so awesome. Everything I have set out to accomplish thus far I have and while there is still so much more left to do I feel right on track.
Then my "30" post clicked. Why was I dreading 30? I had a fantastic time in my twenties and almost everything I spent my 20s working for I have achieved. Isn't 30 what I wanted? A career, a body that is healthier and stronger than it has ever been, true, lifelong friends, continued close relationships with family and a healthy, happy marriage?
Thus, while I may still be getting used to the look of that "3" the girl behind the number loves looking at life at 30.
40 can take its time though. :)