Happy Birthday to me

Last Thursday I turned 30 years old. I decided not to make a big deal out of it, since it didn't feel like a big deal at all to me.  I know that a lot of people think that 30 is a huge milestone birthday.  Some even fear it, leaving their 20s far behind.  But for whatever reason I was neither nervous or excited about turning 30.  It was just going to happen and I'm ok with that.

We went out to eat at Mad Mex the night before and the next day DH bought me a mini-almond torte cake to eat for dessert. It was a low key, subtle celebration.

If you're my friend on Facebook or you follow me on Twitter you'll know that I was somewhat overwhelmed on the day of my birthday this year. I received more birthday wishes on Facebook and Twitter than ever before, and even more birthday cards.  Thanks to everyone for the well wishes - I don't want anyone to think that my ambivalence towards the 30th anniversary of my birth means that I'm ungrateful.  But I'm certainly not dwelling on age - it's only a number, and definitely not a state of mind. My state of mind is "young at heart," proven by my desire to go to the South Side for the Super Bowl when all of my - older - co-workers looked at me like I was crazy and said things like "Why would you want to go there? It's going to be crazy."

I have no regrets about the way that I celebrated my birthday, and I'm already looking forward to the next one.

Thanks again, everyone!