Today is my thirtieth birthday, and it's a good moment to take stock.
A lot of people seem to fear this birthday, but I've been looking forward to it. For one thing, Mr. Bee is throwing me a party tomorrow, and I'm excited to see some people I haven't seen in a while.
I'm a little sad to be leaving my twenties (which also began with an amazing party - that time, in a castle). I accomplished quite a lot in that decade: graduated from college, got my first real job, got married, started the MBA program, bought a condo, had a baby, quit the first job and got another, sold the condo, bought a house, renovated a kitchen, got a pretty big promotion, got pregnant again, and finished the MBA. I have had wonderful support from my family and friends. I have had the opportunity to travel a bit and experience new places. It basically was the decade when my life as an adult began.
But I am excited to finally be 30. This will be decade, G-d willing, in which my second child is born, and when the BusyBee will go to kindergarten. Hopefully, we'll be able to do further renovations on our home to create our version of a dream house. There will be weddings and bar mitzvahs to attend, and I hope to finally see Europe. There won't likely be any more formal education, so I'm interested to see how I'll keep learning.
One of my bosses recently told me that I am a "person of substance." I thought that was a very cool compliment. So happy birthday to me. And for all of you reading who aren't 29 weeks pregnant, have a drink for me.