It’s My Birthday. I am 30.
Top: The Buckle
Cardigan, Boots: Maurices
Scarf:…. Walmart? (I’ve had all of these things for years…)
So, let’s just get this out of the way. Today I am 30 years old. It all feels so surreal… Me? 30??? THIRTY?!?!?!? NO. WAY. But, the calender is not lying and neither will I. I’m having serious issues with this whole Turning Thirty thing. In my opinion if I don’t FEEL 30 I should be allowed to go back to 25. Also, since I’ve basically been 30 since I was 12 or so and never had a true Teenage Experience (I’ve heard Teenagers like to stay out late and be super sociable and do wild, crazy things. This is weird for me, since I spent most of my teen years with my nose in a book and the craziest thing I ever did was… I can’t think of anything…) I considered moving home for the last few months of my 20s and doing some of those crazy things. My mom assured me she would be more than happy to have me at home for a few months and predicted that I would probably stay out as late as 10:00 maybe and then fall asleep in the driveway waiting for my curfew. Or, maybe in a fit of “teenage” rebellion I might make a point of NOT helping her with the dinner dishes. Scandalous. My sisters considered that the craziest thing I might do was maybe put my entire iPod playlist on shuffle. I thought about doing that but decided against it. That’s just TOO wild. I mean, the genres should really stay together. We really shouldn’t mess with nature, right? In the end I did the craziest thing I could convince myself to do. I dyed my hair. I invite you all to scroll up to the top of the page and take a good look at it. Yes, I realize it’s not much of a change. It’s a little darker than it was and I had some reddish-brown highlights put in. Most people don’t believe I had anything done at all, but I know better. Plus, my friend Sarah came with me and can vouch for it. She saw the stylist put the dye in.
All in all, I guess being 30 isn’t such a bad thing. I’ve been forgetting things a lot lately, and sometimes I’m stiff when I get out of bed in the morning. I get tired earlier at night and I’m much quicker than I used to be at stating my opinions. But, as my little brother Luke said to me the other day “Everyone gets old, Rebecca. It’s not a medical phenomenon.” So true. I will stop complaining now. I will just think about how great my life has been and how great it’s going to be from now on. And I will eat chocolate and have 2 cups of coffee and I will NOT cry. Well, maybe a little.
*Photo Credit to Stephanie