3-0

Ok, so it happened. I turned 3-0 yesterday. Nothing cataclysmic happened. I didn’t need a cane to get out of bed, my face wasn't stricken with wrinkles and I still have all my teeth, so I am thinking surviving 30 will be a-okay.
Sure there is a slight gulp when I have to admit I am actually 30, no a longer a twenty-something, but like an official grown-up or whatever. I take solace in the fact that all my friends have already surpassed this mark or will encroach upon it within the next year. So, we all take this leap together. I don’t mind.
I was thinking yesterday, would I go back? If I turned the clock back just one year, I would have to give up this entire year in which so many things have happened. If I go back five years, well then that would be my life without two amazing children. If I go back even further well then I would have delve back into the angst of high school. I loved high school, I loved my friends, but not enough to rewind and do it all again.
I might rewind for a little while and enjoy college life for a week or two, but once again I would not choose to stay there indefinitely.
So, 30 it is. I had someone ask me, " so how are you handling it? Don’t take it too hard. It’s not so bad." I looked around. "Who? Me?" I didn’t think there was any "handling" it. Was I supposed to be facedown in my bed crying begging for time to reverse? Should I be kicking and screaming in a tantrum begging time to stop? Nah.
I also love the glances of those great high school kids that we work with. They find out its your birthday and simultaneously raise the eyebrows when its announced, yup, 30. I remember that glance myself when I was 17 and someone I thought was relatively young said they were 30. WHAT!? But, 30 is so old!
Yup, I’m 30 and I can’t say I am really all that depressed, I spent the entire week eating various birthday cakes, opening presents and went out to dinner on three different occasions. The only thing I might be sad about is the post-30, non-celebratory week. No more cake, presents and impromptu surprise dinners. Oh well. Bring on 30! I can handle it.
Btw…I got a birthday card from Rocco!