It didn’t sneak up on me like most birthdays do. I spent most of 29 feeling like something was tailing me, ready to pounce and bring me down. It was 30.
My body completely rejected 30…and I spent the day in bed outside of the 1 hour I attended our friends’ wedding.
I spent 29 racing against the finish line of my “youth”. I tried out new beauty products to reduce lines, tighten, firm, highlight, contour, and de-puff. I changed my hair, quickly and in the end, tragically. I worked out, two times a day if I could find the time, so I could stay ahead of the inevitable decline in metabolism. I asked for sodium-free, kept my wine to the weekends, ate more veggies, and meditated. I worried about my past, more than I planned for future or enjoyed the present.
So many of us spend our 29th year ticking items off the master to-do list. Graduated college…check, married…check, children…check, successful………..here’s where things start to get a little crazy. Some millennials do have it all; careers, stamped passports, money in the bank, the house on a tree lined street, the spouse, the kids, and maybe even a Golden Retriever to round everything out. I, however, am not one of those people and chances are, you are not either.
I’m sure older readers will roll their eyes, it’s a cliche, of course, to worry about 30. It has become something my generation expects a medal, an epic party, lavish gifts, or at the bare minimum, a pat on the back.
Spent my 30th celebrating our good friend’s wedding weekend!
I’m here to tell you: it’s going to be okay. This 30 thing is just a figment of our imagination. It’s literally just another year. It has no bearing on your social, career, or life status. Take it from someone who wasted an entire year trying to stop time. Are you healthy? Are you a good person? Are you trying to make the world a better place? Focus on the things you can put a check mark next to. This is our life, our world and at 30 years of age, we are just starting to participate in it.
Happy 30th to all my 1985-ers out there. May these next 30 years be spent in the arms of someone you love, raising good human beings, helping out those in need, and making our country a safer place.
Celebrating another October ’85er’s birthday in Nashville!
[Now excuse me while I go open all my lavish gifts and expect to be waited on hand and foot for the day, after all I’m turning 30 ;)]