I’m still here with an almost thirty item list of post ideas (not including the general post ideas I’ve accumulated in a rather long archive in my Evernote files) but I’ve been a bit distracted.
My birthday present came in the mail on Tuesday …. and yea …
That’s my dog, brilliant thing that he is!
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I think I’ll take a moment to celebrate my age. The ending of an era and the turning of a page. – My Next Thirty Years, Tim McGraw.
So, it happened. I turned thirty last weekend. And the world did not implode. My body did not shrivel into a ball of wrinkles and skin. And to be perfectly frank, I had an absolute blast!!!!
Everybody talks about dreading birthdays as you get older and I remember saying, when I was 25 or so, that I was scared of thirty. That I was going to embrace getting older. I mean, what a silly thing to be scared of. Then twenty-nine hit. And Steve turned thirty. And our bodies started having these weird aches. The mornings after parties were rougher and rougher. And well, it got a bit terrifying.
But truth be told, birthdays are fabulous because of the people who surround you. I am so very blessed to have such wonderful people who were willing to come out and celebrate and I really and truly believe that they are the reason I didn’t dread my birthday.