It happened. I passed 30 with flying colors, so they promoted me to being 31! How exciting! They figured that since I rented a great house, got a new job, starting commuting like a champ, and kept my boyfriend, I’d get to make the leap to the big 3-1. And this is going to sound really, really strange — but in the last few days, I feel way more grown up.
30 was fun. In the immortal words of Jennifer Garner, I felt “30, flirty, and thriving.” I got to tell people that I was 30, make a few semi-grown up decisions, watch my hair turn a little greyer, and all in all just feel like a more worthwhile human being. But for some reason, in the last week or so, my new age has felt like a gift. I am sitting up a little straighter, eating soup for dinner sometimes, and finding myself a little wittier and fresher than I was a week ago. I know, I’m crazy, right? Wrong. I was told by SO many people before I turned 30 that their 30’s were their favorite. They loved everything about them – the freedom, the life changes, the responsibility. And even though I’m already one whole year in, I am just now starting to feel it.
I joke a lot. We know that about me. But last night, as I was driving back to my house from Bed, Bath, and Beyond, with my passenger (my new orthopedic/memory foam/heavenly pillow), I thought to myself “I’m totally transitioning.”
Transitioning, changing, metamorphasizing, molting — whatever word you want to use for it — it’s happening to me. I am feeling like a new version of myself every day lately. And it feels so refreshing. I really have felt different the last few days. Maybe it was because this birthday was different… there was less fanfare (which I actually loved!), there were more sweet wishes from kids that could totally have parents my age, and there was a lot more introspection on what this coming year and even decade may bring for me. But don’t worry, there was still ice cream cake, and my brother discussing inappropriate topics at a public food establishment. I said I was changing, not that I was a different person entirely.
I am content. I have an amazing family, spectacular friends (WAY cooler than your friends. unless you ARE my friends, then that doesn’t make sense.), and a sweet and loving boyfriend who treats me so wonderfully. I love coming home every day, and I love going to work every day. This is such a rare feeling for me… I just feel like at this very moment in time, at a little over exactly 31 years of life — I am right where I need to be.
And so, as I grow, so will this blog. I have done other blogs before, that are super deep and philosophical. I have done blogs that are meant purely to make people (and myself, let’s be honest), laugh. But this one will be different. You’ll still get a little of column A and a little of column B, but it will be a good healthy mix (which reminds me, I really need to start taking vitamins). This one is ME. Growing, changing, creating, deepening, laughing, adventuring…
Let the journey begin! (I’m bringing my memory foam pillow with me, of course.)