Today is my 30th birthday.
Happy Birthday to me!
To be honest, up until today, I’ve kinda been having a hard time with the idea of turning 30. I really can’t explain why, either, as I’m usually not that vain. I think our culture is way too obsessed with everything young: being young, looking young (need I remind you of Joan Rivers?), staying young, acting young, etc. It’s a disturbing trend. I resent the fact that at 30 I’m supposed to be using anti-aging products already, as it’s becoming increasingly difficult to find skin-care products that don’t supposedly fight some sign of aging (as if aging is something we can fight with creams and cleansers). I’ve always wondered what’s wrong with looking, acting, and being the age you are? So, it came as quite a surprise when I realized I was having a difficult time staring down the barrel of 30. However, when I woke up this morning and realized that I was, in fact, now 30, I also realized there’s nothing I can do about it. Pouting, whining, and crying aren’t going to turn back the clock, so, as my ever-wise mother suggested, I’m going to focus on the positive instead of pontificating about the loss of my youth (just for the record, I’ve been looking for a reason to use the word “pontificating” lately — so glad I finally found one!). So, here are 3o reasons I’m done freaking out about being 30.
- I AM 30. Nothing’s going to change that, so I might as well just deal.
- I’ve accomplished quite a bit in 30 years. Things like:
- I’ve been married to the awesome Hubs for almost 5 years. Woot woot.
- I have two gorgeous kiddos (a boy and a girl, even).
- I have great parents, who have always supported me (and continue to do so) no matter what.
- I have a Bachelor’s degree in English.
- I have a Master’s degree in English.
- I have a job I love (most of the time).
- I have a nice house, which is well on its way to NOT being That ’70s House anymore.
- I have awesome friends, most of whom have survived turning 3o themselves. It can’t be that bad.
- According to my mom, I look like I’m 18. I realized she may be biased, but I’ll take it.
- With age comes wisdom, right?
- Perhaps I’ll have more authority over my students now. Highly doubtful, but I can dream.
- I’ve accomplished the one major goal I wanted to accomplish before I hit 30: I’m done having children!
- 30 isn’t old. I know that.
- Hopefully my 30s will hold better birthdays than my 20s.
- Hopefully my 30s will hold better travels than my 20s.
- Although I could stand to lose a few pounds (whoever said nursing was the key to postpartum weight loss is a big fat liar), I’m healthy.
- Thanks to the awesome Hubs, I have a brand-new Wii Fit to try out!
- Speaking of the Hubs, I’m still not as old as he is.
- 30 is the new 20, so it’s kinda like I haven’t aged at all!
- I only have one gray hair, and I think it’s kinda cool.
- I can now comfortably say, “Kids today” and shake my head disapprovingly.
- I can lament about my youth, all while listening to bands of said youth like Nirvana and Pearl Jam.
- I no longer have to pretend to understand certain aspects of pop culture, such as Lady Gaga songs and Seth Rogen comedies.
- When my mom turned 30, I was 13 and my sister was 8. I don’t know if that should make me feel better or worse, but it is certainly weird to think about.
- Speaking of my mom, she’s only in her 40s. How many 30 year-olds can say that?
- I don’t really have any wrinkles yet, so take that anti-aging products!
- My boobs have gotten progressively bigger as I’ve gotten older, although I’m sure that’s more to do with having two kids than anything else.
- Although I’ve already accomplished quite a bit, I still have much more that I’d like to do!
So there you have it. After spending the last few months dreading the big 30, it’s nice to be able to look at the positives and realize that, no matter how old I am, I’m pretty awesome!
Here’s to hoping the next decade of my life will bring me even more success, health, and happiness than the last. Given that my 20s gave me my great husband and fabulous kiddos, that’s a lot to live up to!
Thirties, here I come!