I turned 30 today. Wow, that's a weird sentence to read. This day has been an unofficial deadline in my mind for as long as I can remember. Deadline for what, I don't know.
Birthday celebrations started Tuesday when Trea threw a surprise party for me at Ruth's Chris. I don't think I've ever had a surprise party before, and it was such a fun night. There was kind of a "This is Your Life" vibe when I was greeted by my oldest friends from college, my newest friends from Twitter and coworkers from jobs present and past. I couldn't have asked for a better evening, and I really appreciate everyone who came to celebrate with me. You all made me so happy.
Today, I'm having a day of solitude and quiet reflection while I pack for our Maui vacation. While 30 is just another number and doesn't mean anything, I'm still surprised at how far away my memories have gotten. It seems like not long ago at all that this was my birthday party. I remember getting a basketball, my very own tape player (it was purple!!) and two new tapes: Paula Abdul and Belinda Carlisle. Man, I was proud of that radio.
Has it really been 20 years since I floated the Buffalo River with Dad and Charley? It doesn't seem like it.
Was high school really more than a decade ago (and does anyone know why I thought it was a good idea to dress like Blossom)?
Today, I'm supposed to be a grown-up. I have a fantastic career, and I'm doing all the things I want to do. I have a happy home and a happy marriage, and I couldn't ask for anything more. I have been blessed beyond measure.
But for some reason, I still feel like this kid.