Tomorrow, I turn 30.
I know I should be in a full-blown panic about the end of my 20's, but I actually feel pretty great about it. I'm excited to jump into a new decade. I'm excited to see what adventures my 30's are going to throw at me.
My 30th year is going to be stellar, I'm putting it out in the universe just like Oprah taught me to, and I wont accept no for an answer. I'm so excited about the big date that I spent my afternoon (decidedly not working while sitting in my office) googling 30th birthday posts. I came upon this one, and since I'm always eager to check someone else's list of goals against my own, I went through it and here's where I'm at.
By 30, you should have ...
- A decent piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in your family. I definitely have some new things, but I have to say that only with maturity can I appreciate how precious it is to have items that were handed down to us. Using Nana's silver serving ware or wearing my great grandmother's wedding band as my own are far more precious than anything new could ever be and not something I'm sure I appreciated when I was younger.
- Something perfect to wear if the employer or man of your dreams wants to see you in an hour. I might add that far beyond the importance of having the perfect clothing is having grown into a woman who's confident in her own personal style. As a 20-year-old, I tried my hardest to conform. As a 30-year-old, I'm unafraid of what others think as long as I feel beautiful.
- A purse, a suitcase and an umbrella you're not ashamed to be seen carrying. Can we also add manicured nails, properly plucked eyebrows and at least one hairstyle you can handle yourself that makes you feel pulled together?
- A past juicy enough that you're looking forward to retelling it in your old age. Hmmm... I don't know if I'd ever describe my past as juicy, but I do strive everyday to become a better version of myself. I hope to read more books, travel to exotic destinations and find new and inventive ways to make my kids and my husband laugh. Hopefully, I'll sound rich in the retelling even if decidedly un-juicy.
- The realization that you are actually going to have an old age -- and some money set aside to help fund it. I have big plans for Chanel suits and ridiculous hats and the ability to call everyone sweetie. I hope I'm the old woman who sky dives and reads saucy novels and is as excited to turn 70 as I was to turn 30.
- One friend who always makes you laugh and one who lets you cry.
I love this one because in my early 20's I don't know that I understood the seasons of friendship. There are people who I was once positive would be my children's Godparents that I haven't spoken to in years. Then there are those who've surprised me with their love, support and encouragement. If I've learned anything in the last 30 years it's that true friendship is as rare and special as true love.
- Something ridiculously expensive that you bought for yourself, just because you deserve it. I will never forget buying my first Louis Vuitton. I'd seen this woman once, walking down the street with her Louis looking so polished and I remember thinking "that's who I want to be when I grow up". I'd wanted my own bag forever and I promised myself I'd get it when I got my first really big check from a client. It took years, but when I finally received that very big check I drove directly to the LV store and purchased my first luxury handbag. That sense of pride and accomplishment is not something I've ever forgotten.
- A solid start on a satisfying career, a satisfying relationship and all those other facets of life that do get better. Maybe this is why I feel so good about my birthday tomorrow... I feel truly satisfied with where I am today. True, as a self-admitted overachieving people-pleaser, I am constantly having to remind myself to appreciate right now. But I can honestly say, with all its faults and dirty dishes and crying babies, I love my chaotic, messy, beautiful life and I wouldn't trade even the hardest moments for the very best moments of the 20-year-old I used to be.