At 12:35am tonight, I turn thirty.
As I understand it, this is a pretty big deal, and yet it feels very much the opposite. I don’t mean it in the hum drum I don’t want to age way. Or in the, don’t make a big deal about it humble mention way. I mean, thirty just seems like another year. I can’t see how it’s different than twenty-nine.
This past year has been the very best year of my life.
My health has been fantastic. I have gotten to stay home part time and raise the most incredible little person on this earth (it’s true). My marriage is the best it has ever been. My family is incredible and closer than ever. I literally could not ask for life to be better than it is right now. I can’t imagine how it would even be possible.
So the whole charade of thirty just seems…underwhelming.
The only real change is that I’ll have to put a new number or pick a new age range on forms. Everything else remains the same.
And as excited as I am for another birthday, what I’m most excited about is the future. I’m excited about this life I get to lead. I’m excited for all the tremendous blessings in my life. For more time with my family. For more days with my son. For more adventures ahead. I’m excited for the future, no matter what number year it may be.
Thirty itself means very little to me, but starting another year of this incredible life? That means the world. I can’t wait.