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I'm still in my 20's for eighteen more days. I want to shout from the rooftop 'I'M 29!!!' I do try to bring it up as much as possible in conversation and I become giddy when I am asked my age.....I wish I would have thought to embroider it on all my shirts in the upper left hand corner to wear for the past year.
I was hoping to spend my big birthday in a big way but it seems it might be the most prosaic birthday celebration of all my 29 plus 1 years. I really wanted to go somewhere...not too far away but somewhere not in Michigan and check something off my LIFE LIST. However, I have to work nine hours that day and very sadly my husband will be out of town that weekend-I'm not gonna lie...I'm a little bummed. Especially because someone else gets to spend MY birthday with MY daughter, I hate that. After a long day of missing my baby I'm just going to hang out with my daughter that evening.
It's ok though, I've been dropping some very large hints about how next year I would like to spend my birthday in the most amazing city in the world *this would be yet another one of those subtle hints* and the mere thought of a fabulous trip next year has me very excited.
Leaving my twenties was slightly traumatic for me too, but trust me, it pales by comparison to leaving your 30s and then your 40s! However each decade brings its new surprises and delights and they all serve to shape us into the folks we are. I say, dance your way into your 30s with bells on! After all, NOW is the only moment we really have anyway!
ReplyDeletewell I think that's what's so depressing about it! KNOWING that the next big one will begin with the number 4!
Deletewell I think that's what's so depressing about it! KNOWING that the next big one will begin with the number 4!
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