My birthday has come. I am now a year deeper into my thirties, which doesn’t bother me. I’m thankful for every year I can get. I got a call at midnight from my sister who is turning 30 this year. She usually has some kind of aging crack, but I think she saved em this year since she is sweating 30 so hard herself. Mom and Dad called later in the morning. Then my youngest brother called next to wish me a Happy Birthday. He told me in amazement that I took 30 gracefully (a few years ago) . I was like, uh, thank you?
I didn’t know 30 was something to take gracefully. I tried to learn all of my lessons for what didn’t work so that if I was blessed to continue living, I could live life differently. I still have a lot to learn and I always will, but Superwoman was good and dead by the time I hit 29. So was the people pleaser which I guess is Superwoman’s clark kent or something. In any case, I was happy to be turning 30 and happy to be turning 30-ish this year.
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