This is the final week of my thirties.
I’m getting old.
Or am I?
I remember turning 30 and thinking that was a big deal. I was a newly-minted doctor, in the first year of my residency and just a little bit terrified. Terrified of suddenly being an adult. Working full-time, saving money for a house, trying to pay down my debt. I moved three more times before settling in my home. I paid some debt off while incurring a bit more. Yet, the decade that followed surpassed all of my wildest expectations. I started my career, I married the love of my life, I bought a house, had three beautiful children, met some wonderful people who became my closest friends.
So, it’s a bit strange to say goodbye to that decade. When I look back on who I was at 30, while I do recognize that young woman, I have grown and experienced so much. I am starting this new decade with much more confidence than I’ve ever had and I truly believe the best is yet to come.
The birthday celebrations have already begun. Last weekend, husband and I had a wonderful night out with one of his closest friends. We experienced a night on the town unlike any we’ve had in quite some time. It started off with a vodka bar and ended with a ping-pong game at a local club. Ping pong! In between there was a fabulous dinner, lively conversation and a couple of sore feet.
You see, I rarely wear heels. My poor little feet were aching by the end of the night and I had to take off my shoes. In the middle of downtown, I took off my shoes and walked the streets. It was exhilarating!
I think I’m going to like 40.