If you're new around here, you might not realize what a big deal this weekend is. No, I'm not talking about the time change. Although that is a big deal because we lose an hour of sleep and that sucks big time. I'm actually talking about a birthday. OK, OK you got me. It's my birthday.
And it's not just any birthday. It's the big 3-0. Goodbye twenties. Hello thirties. Am I a little nervous about this birthday? Yeah. Can I be honest here? 30 sounds old. And I know that now every single person who is older than me is going, "Psssshhhhhh. Please child. You know nothing about old yet."
But I'm a little scared to be leaving my twenties. When you are in your twenties and you do stupid stuff, everyone just says, "Eh, she's in her twenties. She doesn't know any better." But when you're in your thirties and you do stupid stuff? Then everyone is all, "Give me a break, she's a real adult now. She should know better." And you guys? I do A LOT of stupid stuff.
I've had quite a few people tell me they enjoyed their thirties a lot more than they did their twenties. I sure hope they aren't lying to me. The only option of stopping this train is one I'm even less thrilled about.
I invite you to come back on Monday. If I'm going to go out, I'm going to go out in style. We're going to be doing some celebrating and I would love it if you joined me!