I Survived

Well, I survived my thirtieth birthday. .... It was touch-and-go for John.
Although I was cranky the entire day, I managed to only tear-up once. It's not that 30 is bad or necessarily old. I mean really, if I happen to be blessed with my grandmothers' genes, I'm still only in the 2nd quarter of the game!
I think hitting 30 just symbolized the end of an era for me. John was having a hard time understanding why I was so disturbed. I was, in fact, "just the same as (I was) yesterday." I do have a great husband, wonderful babies and good health. Then, instead of being cranky at him, I was feeling really upset with myself for being so self-indulgent. What is wrong with me?
Then tonight, as I'm drafting this post, it hit me. He's totally right. I AM fundamentally the same person I was yesterday, 2 weeks ago, ... and 15 years ago. Although I've grown soooo much as a person in soooo many ways, part of me is still that same little girl. Looking back, all of my big developmental milestones (driving, development, etc.) were hilarious catastrophes (some of you know what I'm talking about =) Why should turning thirty be any different for me? I mean, that's what I do! I'm a little bit goofy and mal-adjusted .... and that, strange as it may be, that has brought me peace with the whole turning 30 thing =) (well, pretty much =)

PS HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESS!