Today is the day, the big day, I turn 30. For a few weeks I have been unsure how to feel about this; I mean, I understand that it is just a day on the calendar and that it doesn’t change anything really, but for some reason it has been bugging me. I went out and bought face cream (which I have been doing for a few years now) and the lady recommended that I get the “anti-aging” kind; I was told just a year ago that I didn’t need that because I was too young to bother with it! What a difference a year can make, I guess. I almost passed out right there in the store when she suggested it, I asked if she was sure, telling her that someone had told me it would be too thick for my skin but she insisted that it was the right one. My head was spinning and my tummy hurt. I had to look to Jason to save me, which he did by just buying everything that this lady suggested, knowing that it would make me feel better.

What is the big deal? It isn’t like all of the sudden I am going to look like an old maid or something, right? Aging happens over time, and good thing it does, could you imagine the horror of waking up on your birthday and looking in the mirror to see your face change 1 years’ worth overnight? I would probably refuse to have mirrors in my house if that were the way.

When I woke up this morning, knowing full well that I am now a thirty-something instead, I washed my face and doubled up on moisturizer. I looked in the mirror and thanked God that I still looked just the same as I did yesterday. I feel the same too, although I do have a weird anxiety in my tummy about getting older.

Happy birthday to me, I guess. I never thought I would be one of those ladies who was saying “I am turning 29” for the next ten years, but I am suddenly considering it!