Thirty

Tomorrow I turn 30. Historically I have had trouble with significant birthdays 18, 20, 21, 27 -- I've done a whole lot of moping and no small amount of soul-searching.

I can remember several stages of my life and my fear the came with them. I remember turning 13 years old which meant I was becoming an adult. The day I got my driver’s license is crystal clear in my memory and driving a car meant I was growing up. At 18 I remember hysterically crying as Molly packed the last of her belongings for Villanova and at 25 I was sad that Liz was getting married because it meant “the girls” wouldn't see each other every single day. A friend getting married was definitely growing up.

And now I’m staring at 30 and to be honest with you, I’m fine! When I look in the mirror I like who I am, what I’m doing and where I am in my life. Maybe the 30’s are the best time of your life!

I am very happy in my life, and I believe that’s why I’m looking forward to my fourth decade with open arms. I am in a career that I enjoy and am successful in, I own a beautiful home, I have a wonderful circle of supportive people and a boyfriend that I love very much. I don’t feel like I have any regrets or would change much of how I’ve lived these past 30 years.

Happy Birthday To Me!