There's a change that comes over you when you're about to turn thirty. A week and a half away from the big 3-0, I've noticed a shift in my attitude that started as far back as five months ago, something that I can only describe as growing up. I don't feel inclined to do things I don't truly want to do anymore, and not only can I see who I am, I can also accept who that person is. It's lovely.
I've also spent the past few months fighting the demons of thirty. They say it's just a number, but a big numerical shift is also a signifier that life moves constantly, that time will one day run out and that there are things in this world I have yet to do. Will they ever happen? I don't know... I've always wanted to live in New York, always. And now I've done that, I have the job, the apartment and the fabulous clothes. My plans don't go beyond this point and I kind of like it. It's nice not to know and just let life happen.
I've decided to celebrate thirty three times in style - with three parties. In New York, I went out for drinks at a rooftop bar with a few friends to say au revoir to my twenties. I plan to spend my actual birthday with my family, and then throw another party with my friends in Munich. Good or bad, you've got to enjoy the milestones in life, no matter how big or small.
At this point, after thinking about it so much, I've made my peace with it. I'm even sort of looking forward to it - three is my lucky number after all. And my friends summed it all up in a card they gave me last night at my NY shindig:
"Hey Sexy, Thirty is fabulous, regardless of what they may say about it. Enjoy."
Thank you. I'm planning on it.