Happy Birthday

On Monday I turned 30. 30 freaking years old. Trust me, I cannot believe it either.

I was reading some of my earlier journal entries the other day and I marvel at the fact that I was once a 19 year old college freshman /  22 year old recent graduate / 25 year old bookseller / 29 year old receptionist.  I am struck by every entry and word and sentiment that has made up the last 30 years of my life. And also, how much has changed. Because a lot has changed.

 I ushered in the big 3-0 this weekend with Kat. We spent Saturday in the city doing terribly hipster things and then saw an off Broadway show  starring my not so secret celebrity  crush: Joshua Jackson (who to the surprise of fan girls every where got completely naked on stage). While, the day was extraordinary, I must admit that my friendship with Kat is still murky. The days leading up to Saturday where spent arguing semantics. We continue to be on different playing fields when it comes to our friendship; which is starting to mirror a relationship that I didn't know I was in. Regardless we were able to make it through Saturday unscathed and are attending a baby shower this weekend for a mutual friend.

I continued my birthday celebrations well into the weekday. I took Monday and Tuesday off from work so I could shop, sleep and eat. Naturally my boss was not a fan of me taking days off from work but I refuse to work on my birthday. Refuse. I treated myself to flowers and books and hamburgers (plural for many reasons) on Monday. I cleaned and rested and marveled at the simplicity of my life these days. On Tuesday, my actual birthday,  I was flooded with love from family and friends. I tentatively thought about venturing to the city, hitting up a museum or two and grabbing food solo...but I am too aware of how fun those activities are when shared, that I couldn't bring myself to venturing alone.

Instead I enjoyed my birthday at home. I opened presents from my mom and Kathleen and various cards from friends. I baked cupcakes, grabbed coffee at the local coffee shop and walked to my very favorite pond and wrote a goodbye letter to my 20's. It was a quiet and solitary birthday but I am grateful for another year. How weird it is to have gotten this far in life. How weird it is to be a 30 year old woman. Ugh, that sounds weird, especially as I sit here blogging, writing supernatural fanfiction and avoiding actual work.