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Thirty First Year

So, I got a card from my uncle Danny (who shares the same birthday as me) when I was turning 13 and it said “I hope your 14th year is wonderful.” It took me a while to realize he did know how old I was and that you are always one year ahead. So, for milestone birthdays, maybe we should feel weird the year before. I’ve already lived my thirtieth year, so turning thirty should be no issue, right!!??

Wrong.

So, I’m very aware that 30 is young, for anyone who wants to point it out. It’s not age that freaks me out, or death. (I led studies for several years on the terror management theory and that was super neat.) I don’t love not meeting my own expectations, so when I have a list of things to do before I’m 30 and am unable to accomplish it, it’s frustrating. That and I can’t believe how quickly time passes. But as they say… life is what happens when you’re busy making plans. So the moral of the story, I suppose is to enjoy every moment and not let it get you down when you don’t meet your expectations. It’s a work in progress for me.

That being said, my birthday was amazing. I am very thankful and lucky to have a job that I adore (97% of the time) and work with people who I truly love. They decorated my office, cooked many delicious treats (including all of my favorites) and got me more presents than I’ve gotten in years. It was all truly unnecessary, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t love it! J and I went to dinner after and had a lovely time, as well.  So, cheers to 30! I feel confident it will be the best year yet.

Oh. And now I depth effect basil because that’s what 30 year olds do.

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