For two days I have been suffering from severe back pains. Imagine being in a situation where almost all your discs are displaced and the mere action of bending gets me to curse in French. In times of excruciating pain, I had to blame someone or at least something. I chose to blame my forthcoming birthday. In fourteen days, I will bid adieu to my 20’s and (reluctantly) embrace my 30th life anniversary.
My spinal chord on “under repair”, my paranoia about wrinkles and the shock of finding three gray strands were enough to propel me to curse incessantly. Well at least in the language of German and Cantonese. My friends are excited to attend my birthday bash, I on the other hand salivate at the thought of eating Magnolia cupcakes and drinking Martinis to my heart’s content.
Tracing the years makes me contemplate on what really matters, mattered. Inspite of my cynicism and reluctance to embrace this milestone, my loved ones and true friends make me braver. I may not always accept gracefully the aches, the lines and the occasional short term memory loss but I think I’ll make it to the next “age-ing” years.
Being 30 means jumping into a new age bracket in questionnaires.
Being 30 signals my awareness of my biological clock.
Being 30 means still being able to giggle like a child yet having the grace of wise woman.
I feel the same…
Being 30 means that you have reached a mild stone. A mild stone of success, maturity, experience and has fortified and cemented what you accomplished in your 20’s and before.
Imagine what you can accomplish in your 30’s? I hope you have a great celebration