Well, as you might be able to tell by the picture above, I had a pretty fabulous 30th birthday. Jason threw a party for me at the posh, glamorous, super fun Coppola Winery Pool. It was like a luxury vacation. We had so much fun that I felt like I blinked and it was over.
Sometimes, that's how this whole adventure we call life seems. Am I really 30? Wasn't it yesterday that I was a kid planning all the things I would do and be when I "grew up"? In some ways, I am everything (and more than) I thought I would be as a thirty year old woman. And in other ways, not at all. I think the biggest fairytale that grown-ups tell children is that they've got it all figured out.
And thank goodness that isn't true, because if there was nothing new to learn, no more ways to grow, then being a grown-up would be a real drag. Sure, there are times I wish I had that high paying creative advertising career, the villa in Tuscany, and the self-assurance that comes with always knowing just what to do. But I'd never trade those pipe dreams for the real life adventure I find myself on.
Here's to never really being fully grown.
P.S. - I did okay on my 30 before Thirty. In fact, I'm actually inspired to do a 40 before Forty. Maybe with ten years I could bang them all out. Or, more likely wait until 39 and make a mad dash.