Birthdays, Part Deux
Wow, okay, it's been a while. According to LJ, about 109 weeks. Good grief.
So, almost two weeks ago, I turned 30. I kept hearing "oh, it's such a big deal, it's so depressing, wah, wah wah..." My boss, who I'm friends with, turned thirty back in February, and almost had a nervous breakdown leading up to it. Nobody could even say the word thirty around her.
When my cousin turned thirty, she kind of...broke. She started aching, she was in a car accident and screwed up her wrists and back - when I joked about six months later that I didn't want to turn thirty if this is what it brought on, she started crying and told me it was awful.
When Pete turned thirty, he needed glasses for the first time about a month later.
Apparently you start falling apart. Perhaps the human body only lasts exactly thirty years, and no longer?
Add to that the fact that I get a little weepy anyways on my birthday, due to some issues that I've kind of dealt with in the past.
So you understand why I was a little leery about my birthday this year, yes?
This year was fantastic.
We didn't do a lot of special, attention-grabbing stuff. I didn't have to stand on a table while a bunch of wait-staff at a restaurant sang me a birthday song. My work friends took me to lunch and threw me a bridal shower at the same time, and then after work, Pete and I went to pick out our wedding rings, grabbed a burger for dinner, and saw Iron Man. Later that weekend, my dad took us and my sister out for a very nice dinner. I believe it was the best birthday I've had in years.
And now I'm 30. It doesn't really feel that different from 29. Which is nice.