old like a gramma
I was prepared for the worst. For crying, depression, or tantrums. For the last month or so, I've been gearing up and mentally preparing myself, as well as going over in my head the different ways this could play out.
Today I turned 30. I am, in the words of my daughter, "old like a gramma."
But I don't feel different. I'm not sad nor am I mad. Last night we had a family dinner to celebrate both my birthday and Zoli's name day. I was completely surprised at how big of a deal his family of my 30th. On top of great presents, they brought a HUGE bouquet of 30 carnations. That made me cry, the generosity of their affection, but the actual being thirty, eh.
So I guess I'm ambivalent towards the whole thing. I don't know. It doesn't feel scary or depressing, but it is a big reminder that no longer am I a twenty-something.
I am a bona-fide adult.
Watch out world, the training wheels have come off.
3 comments:
Happy Birthday Nicolle - you are still a spring chicken don't worry. I don't feel all that grown up and I've passed forty already, which is very strange cos I certainly don't feel that old inside.
Happy Birthday Woman! Hope this year turns out to be a wonderful one for you!
Ooooh! Happy birthday! Quite a milestone. The biggest surprise for me so far is how great my thirties have been. I wish the same for you!
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