Here is my confession: I don’t really like to acknowledge my birthday. If I had my way I would let the day go unnoticed each year. I think I started to feel that way when I got into my late 20s and birthdays were no longer fun or exciting. Now, they are just a reminder of the years that are passing by so quickly. Even when I was younger, I was never big on attention and so I didn’t really ever make a big deal out of my birthday. But here I am, sharing on a public blog that my birthday is approaching. How’s that for ironic?
So turning 30 last year was sort of fine. I remember being terrified of 29 because OMG ITS MY LAST YEAR IN MY 20s. But then you get to 30 and its kind of like, Ok…I made it. And it’s not so bad. I think you kind of get distracted by leaving your 20s and you forget that you are now in your 30s. I was also probably distracted because I ran a marathon on my 30th birthday. TIP: If you want to distract yourself from a birthday, run a marathon on it.
So here I am, 2 days away from 31. The first thing that comes to mind is that I turned 21 ten years ago. Holy crap that is an entire decade what have I done in 10 years? My 21st birthday was pretty epic. I was a senior in college and my friends/roommates made it the best day/weekend ever. They had shirts made that say “Lisa’s Legal” on the front and “You can’t drink all day if you don’t start in the morning” on the back. They hung up signs on the wall that said “21 reasons why we love Lisa”. I mean, it was really awesome. Do birthdays even matter/count after you turn 21? Probably not.
This is a current picture because I still have (and wear) this shirt
I also feel like now I am really “in my 30s”. Growing up, 30 was SO OLD. Like you would think by the time you were in your 30s you would feel a certain way or act a certain way or be in a certain part of your life. I don’t really know what I expected to feel but I don’t think that this is it. I think I am caught in this weird space between being too old to be in my 20s and too old to be…I don’t know, a real adult? But then I remember I have been out of college for 9 years and that snaps me back into reality a bit.
It’s also really scary to think about how fast time has gone since that 21st birthday. 10 years gone in the blink of an eye and I don’t even know what I did during that time. I mean, I guess I graduated college and grad school, met and married my husband, started a career and began a life in a completely different state. Oh, I guess that is sort of a lot of stuff.
So does that really mean that in the same amount of time I will be in my 40s? Yes I guess so. Will I be ready for that or feel like that’s how old I actually am? Probably not. Is there anything I can do about it? NOPE.
This year on my birthday I will run zero miles. That is because it’s on a Sunday and Sunday are my rest days and the day before I am planning/hoping to run 20 miles. Then I will eat whatever I want and drink all of the wine. Even though I don’t really care for my birthday, I might as well take advantage of some of the benefits, right?
Ok so now that you know all of this about me please don’t wish me a happy birthday or remind anyone at work that this weekend is my birthday.
How do you feel about your birthday? Love it/hate it/don’t care/start counting backwards?
What was your most memorable birthday?
Do you feel young or old for your actual age?