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Turning Thirty

This past Sunday was Easter for everyone, but it also happened to be my birthday and I’ve spent several days celebrating it. Despite all of my fears about turning thirty, I have to say it was one hell of a birthday.

The week started with Heath sending me on a hunt for his gift to me via post-it notes of clues when I got home from work on Monday. I didn’t really want my present so early, but after finally finding it in a Fruity Pebbles box, it was pretty hard to resist opening it.

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By Wednesday, I’d received a box full of goodies from my BFF and critique partner, . It included framed art of my Crack the Sky characters (so adorable), a new bookmark, a book on birthdays (which mine was SPOT on!), a cute note pad (cause I have a crazy fetish with note pads), and an Amazon MP3 gift card (because I’m sure you already know how addicted to music I am). It was far more than necessary, but I loved every bit of it!

On Thursday, my last day of work before a five day vacation, my work friends spoiled me with brownies for breakfast, Chinese for lunch, and I added to the excess of yummy with cupcakes from Flavor Cupcakery. My friend who’d already made me THIS the month before as an early gift, also made me a pair of earrings to wear with my Easter dress. They can be seen HERE.

Friday and Saturday, Heath and I were in Washington, DC. The weather was windy and chilly, but the sun was shining and we captured some great pictures. We visited several Art Museums, Gardens, and Madame Tussaud’s Wax Museum. We walked so much on the first day, we could barely drag ourselves back to the hotel and we were asleep by 9pm (which is super early for us). While exhausting, it was a delightful trip.

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When Sunday finally arrived (my actual birthday), I woke early for Church with my family and then we all gathered together at my parent’s house for a party to celebrate both Easter and my birthday. Maw Maw and Paw Paw made the breakfast I rave about having at Christmas for lunch. We ate until our bellies were full and then they showered me with gifts. All of the presents were great, but just being with my family in such an enjoyable way on my birthday made the day completely perfect.

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I feel so blessed to have the family and friends I have in my life.

Today is my last day off before returning to work and I have to say the high from my birthday is still strong. My soul feels very much at peace, which I hadn't really expected since I was dreading officially being thirty so much. I guess I’ve just decided to not dwell on the number and it making me feel old. My mind is still young. I’ll just focus on that.

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The Big 3-0 is looming…

My birthday is less than a month away now. It falls on Easter this year. It’s fallen on or around Easter several times before, but the most memorable Easter themed birthday celebration was in 1985. My sister was born less than a month before it and even though my birthday was technically the day after Easter this particular year, I celebrated it in my Easter dress with a bunny shaped cake and egg hunting. 

The fact that I’m turning thirty this year feels a bit depressing. How have three decades of my life passed so quickly? Why do I feel like the last ten especially never even really happened? In my mind, I still feel a lot more like I’m twenty than about to turn thirty. What does it mean to be thirty? Do I have to start officially acting older? Will birthdays ever hold the excitement they always have for me again after this one?

I remember turning twenty-five and feeling like I was already having some sort of mid-life crisis. My life, as I’d planned it, was nowhere near where I thought it’d be by twenty-five. As I’m about to turn thirty, it still isn't. I have to admit this bothers me more than I wish it did.

I try to remind myself that life just happens. You can plan small bits of it, but it doesn't mean it will completely turn out that way. There are other factors that play into how your life turns out. No matter how hard you try to have absolute control of it, the truth is you don’t. These reminders feel harder to swallow with every year I age though. I feel like time is slipping away from me and if I don’t do something to somehow trap it and slow it down soon, it will be over before I know it. I don’t want to have reached the end with zero accomplishments under my belt, or none of the goals I’d hoped to achieve in life complete.

If I could go back to little kid Sarah and give her some advice, it’d be to: Stop wishing you were older so much. It’s not all that glamorous. And all those years you spent wishing for a future you’d later find was nothing like you imagined could have been better spent enjoying being a kid. Something you will miss terribly when you actually are older.

We grow up too fast, in my opinion. Turning thirty, already…. it feels like it happen overnight almost. *sigh* I hope my negative outlook doesn't ruin the day when it finally arrives.

  
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