Well..this is it. You're 30. And still alive. No damage done here. It's a big milestone, or so they say. Looking back, so many people have said turning the big 3-0 is a life changing event, where you're supposed to feel older, look older (or in this case, you look the same and get carded at every bar you try to go to) and your life has changed.
Well, newsflash, it's still the same. You wake up every morning and go to the same job, with the same people, the same routines. Over and over and over. It could be worse, however, but in actuality its not. In the movies, typical 30 somethings have high paying jobs (lets be serious, they went to a 4 year and had internships...), wear pants suits (if you're reading this and wear a pants suit, my apologies. It looks good on you, really.), and live in penthouse apartments (fact: you don't live in a penthouse, you live at home. still. We can address that later).
The upcoming months leading up to your birthday was taking a look back on the 29 years you have been on this Earth. Pulling out the old, dusty photo albums, you peek through the first years: tear stained baby face, dirty rompers from playing in the dirt, and awkward pictures with Santa fill up the pages. Innocence at its finest. For sure. Moving right along to the more embarrassing years (and I do use the term embarrassing, because coming later in the week 6 of your closest friends will gather around on your bed and look at a picture of you dressed in a sunflower outfit made by your mom, and laughter will fill the room.), you find yourself in photos from the stages of your life when you tried every sport grade school had to offer (failed at that), attended school dances with your friends in bad 90s fashion, and throwing numerous birthday parties with girls from your class all in awkward stages of your lives (you did crafts, went ice skating, it was a treat in itself actually). Those years of your life shaped you, defined who you were and who you were to become when you enter high school. Those were the good years. You sit back and ask yourself questions such "Why in the world did I do that?" "Or what was I thinking when I wore that?" and then you know the answers: childhood. end of story.
Fast forward to the start of your birthday week (and you say birthday week because you're actual birthday falls on a Tuesday, so in hindsight you actually celebrate the weekend before). People at work have been playfully teasing you about turning 30 to the point where you give them the death stare and say "Don't push it", but in reality you are kind of excited. You have some sort of birthday party planned where all your friends are going to come and have a great time (you even made treat bags!) so all in all, you'll ring in your 30th with a bang. Then, as the week dredges on, you panic. You want to cancel your birthday because you cant seem to find one damn outfit to match the theme of your birthday, (yes you themed your birthday party which you will touch on later) and you just don't want to 30. ANYMORE. Its not going to happen. If you could stop time, you would. So that you didn't have to turn 30. But then again, you will wake up wanting to start this new stage in your life, awaiting the new challenges life will throw at you.
Coming up to the weekend, you feel like things are starting to pick up. You will go to dinner with 4 of your closest friends to celebrate two birthdays, and then the big party will happen. Turning 30 will seem to be okay, you'll get though it easily just like any other day. Any other day in your crazy, mixed up, neon painted, laughter filled life.
So, as you write this blog, navigating this new point in your adulthood, you encourage your readers to take a look into your life as30 year old who has the mindset of a teenager (because, lets be honest, you cant be serious all the time..now can we?) but also going through the tough times of growing into an adult who might just change the world.
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