The Big Thirty

A little over a month ago I turned 30. I think it was harder turning 29 because I knew that in a year I would be 30 so when my birthday came it wasn't as big of a deal as I thought it would be. Patrick, my sister and my parents all helped throw me a super fun party at our house. Of course, we had a ton of amazing food prepared by none other- my sister the chef. I felt really special. All of my family was there and alot of our friends.


It is so weird to me that as you get older you still feel the same age. I feel like I felt at 17. (minus a few back pains here and there) My best friend Meredith and I would always play the song "Dancing Queen" and yell " young and sweet only 17" really loud when we were 17. I am just not sure if that would sound as good yelling "young and sweet only.....30??!!" But, I feel like I was yelling "17" just yesterday. The 20's are gone my friends, and I might be ok with that. I like how much more ok with "who I am" at thirty. I mean- I still struggle with shallow stuff people- varicose veins (I don't like them- not one bit), hormones- I have major hot flashes now- or I am hoping our air just doesn't work? AND- my trusty metabolism is going down hill....but it is alot shorter list than it used to be. I do hope that in my thirties I will start to let even those petty things go and really appreciate myself for who God made me to be. ABBA needs to do a remake of Dancing Queen for the older more experienced woman. Maybe I will track them down and make a request. :)