So…I turn 34 in 14 days. Normally, around this time every year, I sink into a deep depression, drink too much wine on a nightly basis, chain smoke cigarettes and read The Bell Jar like…every. single. day.
This year? I actually forgot that my birthday was approaching. Now that I’ve remembered, I don’t even care. I’m 100% okay with turning a year older. older. older.
How the hell did that happen?
Somewhere between flying out to Barbados to spend my 10th wedding anniversary with my husband, seeing my little sister walk down the isle, and helping my daughter fill out her high school magnet school applications, something happened.
I started enjoying being a 30’s something.
Sure, I will probably never dance on a stripper pole in a club again, like I did for my 29th birthday.
Don’t worry, it was at a dance club on South Beach, NOT a strip club.
And I may never drink an entire bottle of Jager again, like I did on my 30th birthday…
Ugh. I just gagged, thinking about that Jager.
And I may never spend another birthday surrounded by a gaggle of men who admire my almost-see-thru dress a little too much, as I did on my 31st birthday.
But you know what? I’m okay with that. I am sooo over it.
I used to think that as I got older, I would have less fun and appreciate life less. I saw each passing year as a reminder of all that I had failed to accomplish, all of the deadlines that I had set for myself, unfulfilled. I freaked out each year because I felt like I wasn’t living my life to its fullest and I was wasting my life away…
I’m not afraid to get older anymore…because I have done so much, had so much fun – I haven’t missed out on anything. In fact, I am finding that in my 30’s, I am enjoying my life more and more!
In 2010, I turned 32. That was the year I left the Corporate world and became a housewife and stay at home mom. I began writing what has become this blog you’re reading now.
In 2011, I turned 33. I started earning an income off of my favorite past time, writing. I traveled to FIVE foreign countries in 2011! I watched my sister get married. I watched my husband leave a job we thought was the best he could do and get an even better job. I found the newest addition to our family, my little Sheltie named Toby.
I’m finding that this getting older thing? It pretty much rocks.
So what am I going to do for my birthday this year?
Nothing special. My birthday falls on a Friday and I will probably get together with my friends for happy hour somewhere.
Somewhere local. Somewhere low-key.
And I’ll be asleep home, in bed and asleep, by midnight.