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This Is 30
There are a few times each year that I take pause and think, “Ahhhh, a new beginning!”
There’s New Year’s, of course, and although I’ve abandoned making New Year’s Resolutions, I still like to do a bit of reflecting.
Then there’s fall, which — no matter how old or far removed I get — will always remind me of “back to school” and that sense of exciting challenges and possibility. And also clean notebooks, new outfits, and sweet haircuts.
But there’s also spring.
Spring is the happy time. The snow is melted, the cold is gone, and people are a whole lot nicer. We’re thawed out. In New York that means you’ll only get your feet run over by a double stroller on the Upper East Side six times during the morning commute instead of eight!
Here in Manhattan, spring is in full bloom. (If you missed the cherry blossoms in D.C., head on over to Central Park ASAP, where the flowers are so spectacular that my throat has completely closed up and I haven’t been able to breathe for a week! Don’t care. Worth it.)
And while spring on its own brings more positive attitudes and blasts of “it’s almost summer” enthusiasm, it also coincides with another new beginning: my birthday!
I turn 30 today.
There were a few times over the past year that I thought, “Holy shit, I’m turning 30???” and freaked out for half a second. But I’ve never been one to harp on age or freak out about entering a new decade. I’m equal parts happy with how the past 10 played out and psyched for what’s in store for the next 10.
We had a great time, twenties. My god, we had such fun.
We were captain of the Quinnipiac University Kickline team and won the Scholastic Kickline Championship.
We graduated from college. We got our first “real job” as web editor of Dance Spirit — and hustled until we were editor in chief. We made tough career decisions, like deciding to leave Dance Spirit after seven wonderful and rewarding years…
…and easier but equally monumental career decisions, like choosing to leave JackRabbit after eight sometimes wonderful but not as rewarding months to pursue a full-time (and wildly exciting and scary and fulfilling and scary) freelance writing and editing adventure. We lived in two dorms, two houses, and five different New York City apartments.
We started running.
We started running half-marathons.
We started running marathons.
We were sick. A lot. But we survived and got so much stronger.
We went to something like 146 weddings.
We got a sister-in-law…
…and a niece.
We made so many lifelong, game-changing friends. We fell in love, broke some hearts, had our hearts broken, and eventually met the best dude.
So far, I’m digging being 30. I woke up to flowers from Brian, and was out the door by 5:10 AM for November Project.
My friend Steve wrote on my Facebook wall yesterday saying, “Tomorrow’s your birthday!!!” And my response was, “On birthdays, we wear pink!” I was kind of kidding. But then everyone actually wore pink. It was amazing and beautiful and so coordinated. The power of Facebook, I tell ya.
My NP friends spoiled me good and rotten with hats, hugs, cupcakes, flowers, a gift bag (including a selfie stick!!!), a phone call from West Coast Lucy (which meant she had to wake up at 3:19 AM to be FaceTimed in), and a whole lot of love.
The twenties were fun as hell.
But the thirties? Everyone says that’s where life really begins.
That in your thirties, it all gets really good.
So let’s do that.
Let’s get really good.