Is it crazy that I love my thirties but dread each birthday?? I think I may be losing it a bit. I mean my twenties were filled with school and bad jobs and obnoxious people I had to be nice to. My thirties are filled with work I love, school only when I feel like it and great people whom I love and cherish – plus my blog which I also love!
However every time a birthday comes around, a sense of panic fills me – I am getting older. I have passed all the fun milestones – sweet sixteen, 18 (I could vote), 19 (I could legally drink), 21 (I could legally drink in the U.S.A) and 30. I feel like the next true milestone is 50 and that is years away (THANK GOD). I love being in my thirties – this will be the decade I will have a child or children – the most important thing to me. I will probably buy a home, develop my friendships even further and travel to numerous countries, building more memories than I can fit into my big head! I love it. I look forward to it, but on January 9th, I had a panick attack that left me crying in my bed at 11:00 at night.
I’m a freak right? Maybe freak isn’t a nice word…but that is how I felt. When I woke up yesterday, I felt no different then I had being 31, I wasn’t excited or sad, happy or mad. I was just me – and I continued my day like any other day – more excited about going to Cuba and meeting Irish guy later this month, and going to Vegas in April with my mom and aunt and hopefully receiving a transfer to an office closer to home. The birthdate had nothing to do with any of it. This year will be amazing because I will make it amazing – not because my age changed.
Last night my dad took me, my brother, sister-in-law, sushi bf and his girlfriend D to the Keg for dinner – I LOVE THE KEG. Just had to put that out there. I came home and crashed, belly full and ready to work my last day before my CUBA vacation. I’m taking a blogging break people – but I will return with stories, not as juicy as the gossip from my trip to DR, but still great stories non the less!