Goodbye Twenties, Hello Thirties

I'm turning 30 tomorrow. At 2:18pm EST. The big Three-Uh-Oh. I never thought I'd be one to mind, but in the past couple of months I've been feeling the time slipping by, have been wondering if I'm doing enough with my life, have noticed lines that weren't there before and a body that isn't quite what it was in its heyday. Admittedly I imagine that heyday to be the summer I was 18, when I didn't have a care in the world and my future husband was shooting appreciative glances my way. But I digress...

Why is thirty such a big deal? Is it because it signals responsibilities? I had those same responsibilities last year. Is it the end of our youth? I can still giggle at a poopy joke or two. Well whatever it is, I think I'd better get to grips with it and start concentrating on all the wonders of being thirty, like, um, well like, ahh...um... Okay, so I can't think of any wonders per se, but I do know that despite the occasional lapse into self pity over a sagging belly, or a sigh for days gone by, I am a lucky girl - uh, make that woman - who has a lot of wonderful things in her life. And I've been places and seen things and experienced much love and happiness.

So maybe thirty is a good thing. Maybe thirty is going to mean more of this love and happiness and a more mature ability to enjoy it.

Or maybe thirty is going to mean birthday cake. With sprinkles. And ice cream.