30 Years to Life

So, yesterday was eventful (Roger voice)...

My 31st  birthday! Much like a movie, the weekend started off slow (Friday), experienced melodrama in the middle (Saturday), topped off with a surprise (yet pleasant) ending (Sunday). I'll spare you the details LOL but for a second there I found myself coming down with another case of, "OMG! I'm in my 30's" blues -- the first time hit the hardest; turning 30. And so, there it was --- poignant, self-awareness induced anxiety rearing its ugly head over the weekend. I fought the major symptom -- frantically running to my room like a emotionally compromised teenage girl, plop on the bed and commence to do the ugly cry into a pillow, until someone knocks on my door and I scream, "Leave me ALONE!".  Hmm. I wonder how many years after turning 30 will I return to this horrific emotional state. OK. I'm dramatizing a bit but for some folks (typically us ladies), it's all too real. However, me? I'm able to pep talk myself while eating chocolate birthday cake rationalize through those feelings.  I suspect no mere humanoid becomes fully used to the realities of aging.  Yet, with each passing year we become all the more thankful and embrace it; as we take comfort in being alive (first and foremost), the love and companionship of old friendships/family, and the wisdom of our past experiences.  I'm looking forward to this year and (Lord willing) the ones ahead. They say it only gets better...and I will say, I'm certainly happier now at 31 than I was at 21!