It’s officially April, which means it’s officially the month of my birthday.  In just a week and a half’s time I turn 30 and I am PUMPED.

I get that some people don’t love their birthday.  Actually, scratch that — I don’t get it.  I love my birthday, hence why I’m super obnoxious throughout the entire month of April.  (Why have just a day to celebrate when you can claim an entire month?  I mean, those are the principles that America was founded on, am I right?)

I guess I don’t really see the tragedy in getting older.  Sure, being 21 sounds cool (and lord knows college was F-U-N), but being 21 I was also like, super broke all the time and constantly worried about what other people thought of my outfits and stuff.  (Sidenote: I wore a lot of sequined belts at that age.  Let’s think about that for a second, shall we?  Oh, 2005…)  Oh yeah, and I was studying for and taking the LSAT at that age — ew.

Then there’s turning 25 — another milestone.  And 25 is also awesome, because you’re a “grown-up” but still so young!  What a thrill.  But at 25 I was also OMGSOBROKE.  More broke than I was in college even (damn you, law school).  And at 25 I was studying for and taking the BAR exam.  I was also crying a lot.  (Those two things might have been related.)  Oh yeah, and I was UNEMPLOYED the entire time I was 25, which was so not awesome after working my butt off for 7 years in college + law school.

So anyway, I kinda think being young is overrated sometimes.  Don’t get me wrong — I definitely have a lot of fond memories of my 20s.  I think I will look back on this decade and marvel at the incredible amount of freedom I had/have (something which I don’t think I can even fully appreciate at this time).  But, with all the positive, big life changes happening in my 20s, there was also a lot of negatives.  A lot of uncertainty and struggle, which I think is just what happens when you’re figuring your life out in that decade.  And while I will definitely think fondly of my 20s, I’m pretty excited to start a whole new chapter — one that involves less insecurity, less instability, and less concern over other peoples’ judgments.  (I’ll wear sequin belts if I want to!  But I probably won’t.)  Oh yeah, and less being crazy broke.  (Literally, I used to stress out over whether I could afford to buy a coffee.  A COFFEE.  Not cool.)

So if you’re someone who hates birthdays, or has a general aversion to the idea of a “birthday month,” you might want to take a little break from reading the blog.  Because I plan on celebrating my 30th to my heart’s content.

(But really, you should totally have a birthday month too — being born and living another year is awesome, you should celebrate it!)