life at thirty

today i turn thirty. where some people would be freaking out about getting this "old," i happily greet it with a friendly but firm handshake.

i'm fine with leaving my twenties behind me. they were good times. i got my degree, got married, bought a house, traveled some, quit my job (finally) - there's no doubt about it, the decade's been good to me.

but i'm ready for the next. and i'm hoping this three-fronted decade will bring as much happiness and good fortune as the last.

i think part of looking forward to this new life, this life at thirty, comes from dissociating myself from the idiot antics of people in their twenties. yes, it's ok to be young and crazy, but i'm done with feeling the need to flaunt my youth. and i'm done (maybe?) with getting so utterly shit-faced that i spend the later evening hours with my head in the bushes or the toilet or wherever is convenient throwing up my drink. we'll see.

and while mentally i'm fine with getting older, my body seems to be having an allergic reaction to it. quite literally. it started yesterday. perhaps in anticipation of today. but i've been crazy itchy. my skin is red and hot and starting to blister from trying to relieve the itch through vigorous scratching. it's aggravating. welcome to thirty.

hmmm, happy birthday to me, indeed.

heh