The Dirty Thirty Club

It’s officially here. No matter how much I tried to put it off. My 30th. A birthday I have thought about with slight dread since I turned 21, I think. Ok, probably way before that, when I thought someone 30 was really really old. What is it about these big decade birthdays that get so deep into your psyche?

Am I sad? Not really. I’ve always said {and tried to believe} that age is just a number and almost nothing more. Need to embrace age and wiseness….

Do I feel old? No way. Despite having two kids, a great husband, and a business that I started from near scratch , I still feel mostly like a little girl playing house. I wonder when that will change? Maybe when I become a grandmother? Or turn 40.

Besides. My twenties rocked.

I went to college. I ate lots of pizza. Drank too much beer. I met some of my best friends in the world. I learned how to shovel snow off of a car. And use 4-wheel drive. I learned a lot of other things, some the hard way. I traveled around Italy and Europe. With one of my best friends. I went to camp. For the last time. As a counselor. I committed to date my now husband. He officially became a boyfriend. We made a long distance relationship work. Despite complaining about it. A lot. I went to law school. Despite knowing I would be a terrible lawyer. I moved in with now-husband. Which was a big change. I ruined numerous clothing items in attempts to do the laundry. I quit doing laundry. I lost my grandmother. Which was hard. I traveled. With now-husband. With family. With friends. To amazing places. We got engaged. We planned a wedding. We bought a townhouse. We said goodbye to lots of friends. To move to the warmth. Near my family.  We got a dog. We fell in love. With the dog. I tried being a lawyer. I felt like a  “real” person in the “real world.” I left the law. I started my own business. I made it work. From scratch. I started this blog. We traveled more. We ate delicious foods. We embraced having time with just the two of us. I got pregnant. With twins. I survived {almost} nine months of pregnancy. I gave birth. We bought another house. We moved. With twins. We bought a mommy-mobile. I realized things that are really important. I tried not to dwell on things that aren’t as important. I tried not to sweat the small stuff {as much as possible}. I realized I am now definitely a “real” person in the “real world.”  I realized how hard it is to “have it all.” I learned a lot about juggling and multitasking. I found my first gray hair. I cried. I laughed. I danced. I embraced this new life. As an older person. As a mom. As a wife. As a daughter. As a sister. As a cousin/niece/family-member. As a friend.

I think the hardest thing about turning 30 is realizing that 20 was 10 years ago. {That’s right mom and dad, I can do math}. I was actually escorted kicked out of a bar on my 20th birthday. Duh, because I was 20. And they figured it out. And they weren’t thrilled. Was that really 10 years ago? Am I going to turn into one of those people who keeps retelling the same stories of youth over and over until I sound like a broken record? Let’s hope not.

The bottom line is this. My twenties were pretty freaking amazing. And I know I am totally, unbelievably, undeniably blessed. In so many ways. And I can’t wait to see what the next decades have in store. Because it’s been a wild ride.

Thanks for listening and for supporting me. You guys rock.



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5 Comments on The Dirty Thirty Club

  1. Jackiefo
    February 19, 2012 at 8:48 pm (6 years ago)

    This was a great post, I really enjoyed it. I’m approaching my 3-0 as well, so I totally get where you’re coming from. Happy Birthday 🙂

  2. susy farrell
    February 17, 2012 at 3:54 am (6 years ago)

    loved the pposted!!!!!! Happy Birthday!

    February 16, 2012 at 7:14 pm (6 years ago)


  4. Phi
    February 16, 2012 at 4:54 pm (6 years ago)

    Happy Birthday! This post was absolutely beautifully written!

  5. Paula
    February 16, 2012 at 10:39 am (6 years ago)

    In the boot-shaped peninsula they say that age gets carried equally by both of your shoulders….you now have 15 years settled comfortably on each side! HAHA! HAPPY BIRTHDAY a bit belated! P

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