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!)