For the past few years on my birthday I’ve written a small reflection in this space just in case anyone has forgotten what a white millennial girl sounds like when she talks about herself. So hello again! Another year older and zero percent wiser, talking about the aging even though I’m technically still younger than Jon Hamm was before he turned into Don Draper/a national treasure. I have so much life left to live!
So far my 30s have been great.
Three things I’m “learning” ->
1) Don’t save things for a special occasion. Life is a special occasion.
2) Guilty pleasures are for the birds. Enjoy without guilt.
3) They weren’t kidding about sunscreen.
Three things I still haven’t learned->
2) The proper application of the eyebrow pencil.
3) How to make pasta for less than 18 people.
Last year my 30th birthday was one of the best night’s of my life; dinner, drinks, dancing, falling asleep at 5am with my black party dress still on. This year I lowered the bar to reach my pregnant waistline and just want to relax for a few hours without anyone asking me for a yogurt. Which is why yesterday on Austin’s only day off–I threw myself a private one person party and drove around town all day getting massages, pedicures, and carbs. It was great. 5/5 stars.
Today I am 31-years-old, 30 weeks pregnant with my last baby, and married to someone who would never use the term “housewife” as my job description. I’m also writing a book, watching my friendships and body change with time, and keeping two children and twelve houseplants alive! (Just kidding, Austin waters the plants). Life is full and good.
To another year of learning and not learning and maybe buying an eyebrow pencil. The golden years are always right under our feet.