I wasn't sure if I was supposed to care, or if it mattered. Billions of people turn 30 daily, and 30 is... 30. I had such trepidation about turning 29, and what that meant, and now this birthday has sort of been an afterthought.
I've watched couples deteriorate under the pressure to keep up with current wedding trends, and how they think their day "should be", versus staying true to who they are, and what they want to achieve in their future together. So, let's hit "reset."
I am starting to get Facebook notifications in advance of my birthday. But this year, every time I log in to Facebook I am reminded that this marks the first time in all my 56 years that I will not hear my sister's voice on my birthday.
For this birthday, I set up a personal fundraiser for No Kid Hungry, a cause I am passionate about. I'm asking everyone who wishes me a happy birthday that it will be meaningful if they can support my wishes by donating or spreading the word.
In less than a week, I'll be dipping my toes in the big 5-0. But it's not the toe-dipping that rattles my nerves. As all mid-lifers know, it starts with a little 'testing of the water' and the next thing we know we're half-way through a decade and beyond!
I have lived 93 years with no stop sign in sight. Nothing wrong with that scenario. If I'm going to celebrate, it's going to be a celebration of waking each day with the same energy and love for living.