I turned thirty today. I always thought my twenties would be too hard to leave but you know? A decade’s a mighty long time. I’m ready to say adieu.
This year was the nicest birthday I can recall. I was woken at 7 by birthday candles and a bottle of champagne, friends around the table and me in the least flattering pajamas I own. The day was filled with balloons and phone calls and unexpected kindness, chocolate-covered strawberries and the sagest advice.
I’ve learned a few lessons these past few days and I learned them in the right order, if that makes any sense. I am humbled and honored and so very okay. It’s time to think more about loving and less about being loved.
Thirty used to sound like forever but the older I get, the younger I realize I am. I have wrinkles now, but only in the places that crease when I laugh.