In other words, I had a birthday yesterday (and thank you to all of you who wished me a happy one on FB- it really was great!). It was the big 3-0. Yikes!
And while this might come off as a bit melodramatic, to be honest, I'm having a hard time coming to grips with it. My age. I realize that 30 is NOT old by any means. But it does mean I'm getting older. And I think what has be freaked out the most is that I'm not where I thought I'd be at this age. Don't get me wrong, I'm not in a bad place at all. Quite the contrary. I've got a great life, a wonderful husband, the best daughter, a nice home. It's just not quite what I pictured, you know?
And I certainly wouldn't trade it for anything! It's just... different than what I imagined.
I guess I thought I'd be more "grown up," done having our kids, working, living elsewhere, etc. I know this is just rambling and not making any sense. Hell, it doesn't even make sense in my own brain... it just is what it is I guess. It's silly, really, to have a hard time with a birthday. They're inevitable. Every year.
Maybe my problem is that time is just moving too fast? Maybe it's that I need to stop and savor the moments I'm given instead of dwelling on what isn't? Probably...