Why is it that as we grow older and stronger
The road signs point us adrift and make us afraid
Saying "You never can win," "Watch your back," "Where's your husband?"
Oh I don't like the signs that the signmakers made.
So I'm going to steal out with my paint and brushes
I'll change the directions, I'll hit every street
It's the Tinseltown scandal, the Robin Hood vandal
She goes out and steals the King's English
And in the morning you wake up and the signs point to you
"I'm so glad that you finally made it here,"
"You thought nobody cared, but I did, I could tell,"
And "This is your year," and "It always starts here,"
And oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh, "You're aging well."
- Dar Williams "You're Aging Well"
I'm always excited to find people who have birthdays near to, or on, my own day. Even more special? Finding people who are also the same age as me. It's neat to think that 30 years ago, we were all being born, or about to be born. Our parents were excited, nervous, and anxious, and we had the future... EVERYTHING... ahead of us. In the last couple weeks, I've come across two great photographers, Amy Coffey (7/9) and Kelly Moore (7/13) who are both facing the big 3-0. Happy birthday, fellow Cancers! I've only recently become familiar with their work, but everything I've seen so far is awesome... Check out their sites and give 'em a shout-out! :)
My friends have viewed this milestone with more than a little trepidation... the crinkly lines starting to appear around the eyes, the deepening laugh lines, the little things that never used to be there and are suddenly creeping up all over the place. As a kid, I wasn't afraid of anything. And now? I wear sunscreen and think about sharks while swimming in the ocean and I'm afraid to bunny-hop a curb on my bicycle because I might fall off. When did all this change? And when did I start to think I might run out of time before I achieve everything I want?
But then, I started looking forward to 30. Is it weird that I'm looking forward to this rite of passage into... adulthood? I kind of view it as that. I think back to my 20's and all the crazy things I did and how I've changed and I think about the fact that I didn't feel comfortable in my own skin until I was at least 26 or 27. In fact, I think that's when I kind of think my life began and up until that moment I was just spinning my wheels and wondering what the heck I wanted to do with myself. And though I am a late bloomer, I feel in the last few years I have made giant strides to get where I want to be. I have achieved relative financial stability. I know what I want in a partner and I have a great one. I am building a career that I love. I went back to school and am getting straight A's. I have a strong network of girlfriends, whom I love dearly. (Seriously? It can be tough to make some good girlfriends.) I am owned by the cutest dog in the world. I've worked hard these last few years and I have so much to be thankful for. And it only gets better from here.
And so, on July 12th, I'll be blowing out those candles with gusto. Who knew 30 could look so good?