"A birthday is just the first day of another 365-day journey around the sun. Enjoy the trip." ~Author Unknown
Friday evening was my mother’s retirement party. Fortunately this post is not about the party because then I’d have to tell you about my sobbing in the middle of a speech while standing in front of a group of colleagues. (I cried and then everyone cried. The end.) No, this is about a story someone told about my mother:
The year my mother turned 50 she would show up to work each day with a new bauble or talking about a trip. And when asked about the new whatever she would say, “It was for my 50th”. She spent the entire year celebrating her birthday and in her celebration of life she taught others to do the same.
I’m a wallower. I’ve been dreading turning 30 since I turned 28. I wasn’t doing what I ‘should’ be doing - whatever that is - I am not married, I don’t have children, I don’t own a house, etc. etc. Recently I became OK with where I was in my life and explained so in a post where I used the word ‘OK’ no less than 37 times mostly so I could convince myself that I was, in fact, OK. And I am OK. REALLY. TOTALLY AM FINE WITH 30. And these gray hairs. But I still have been discussing and changing and rearranging what I wanted to do for my birthday. A birthday that isn’t for another four months and two days.
So, a few minutes ago I asked Facebook, because they know everything, what I should do to celebrate 30. Vegas? Another trip to Paris? What? Then my friend Kristen suggested a play in Manhattan and I so rarely make it to the city. It’s actually pretty sad. It’s literally 2.5 hours from my house to midtown and I’m all, “ehhhhh...too far.” But then it hit me: I’m going to celebrate 30. I am going to go to Manhattan for a show (Kicky Boots, most likely). I’m also going to go to Vegas with Heather because we could both use a weekend away. I’ll also go back to Paris because it’s faster to get there than to the west coast. For 30 I’m going to go out of my comfort zone and celebrate me.
I’m terrible at doing things for myself and involving others in the process as I often feel like a burden. I'm going to be 30 and I need to embrace it and STFU about it. There are more reasons than not for me to do it up and rock it out so that is what I will do: Embrace 30. Enjoy it. Celebrate it. Go for it.