So technically as I write I have exactly 10 minutes left in my twenties. I was born this day thirty years ago at 12:59pm. (not-so-surprisingly at lunchtime since I love to eat)
I don't remember it.
And now. Here I sit. Creeping up on what I've anticipated for the last few months. Back on the other side of thirty I was usually the young one in the group. Especially since my lovely hubby of 10 (mostly) fantastic years happens to almost always be a decade ahead of me. Not today, we will spend the next year and three quarters sharing our thirty-somethings. Whether I like it or not.
So to the best I can see from my newly updated age bracket it that this is how life will be...
If you are ever on a wildly fabulous Mexican beach getaway with your husband for your 30th birthday, there will be really awesome shows at the resort. Each day you will have really good intentions to attend these spectacular events, but you will find yourself in bed by the time that they start(before 10pm...geez...for real?) If you can muster up enough exhaustion (which comes a lot easier in your thirties)you will be able to sleep through the late evening fiesta music that ends by 11 every night. The next morning you'll wake up before 8(no way), but yes way. At breakfast you realize you are at the bottom of the age group attending breakfast this time of early morning, and that the other group you used to dine with is still sleeping and resting up after the previously mentioned fiesta. After your scheduled restroom visit back at the room you head out to the beach and instead of picking the lounge chairs in the sun so you can toast your body, you stake out the limited spaces under the shaded cabanas. In recent years, you notice the wrinkles and sun spots that accompany those nice tanned legs are not near worth looking like perfectly cooked Oscar Meyer wieners off the grill for a few days. As you sit under the shade you'll ask your hubby, "I think writing this blog will be great. I have a lot of things to say and I am funny. Don't you think I have it in me?" He'll stare at you blankly. "Really? Blank stare is all you got for me?" He'll do more of that super annoying blank staring(I would have thought maybe he was sleeping, but his eyes were open). After expectant glances from your eyes into his he'll finally exert a simple, "I'm sure it'll be great."
So here I am, I've crossed over. I'm a few minutes into this and I'm thinkin it'll be different, but I'm thinkin I'M GONNA LOVE LIFE...FROM THIS SIDE OF THIRTY!