Thirty

Isn't it funny how you can dread something coming, but then when it arrives it isn't really quite as bad as you were afraid it would be?

That's how I've been feeling about this new age.

I don't like it. But I'm in it now and there's nothing I can do about that.

Well, except lie.

But mostly I feel sort of ... resigned to it, I guess.

I wasn't sure how I would handle today. Like, I seriously wondered if I might cry all day. But it was just a normal day, with birthday wishes from family and friends and cyber-friends. I'll confess that I welled up a little, here and there. But no outright weeping for my lost youth. Ha!

Mrs. Chief walked over with a card and a little gift, and she visited with me for a while. I got some phone calls, and I went to work, and when I got home Eric and I ate sushi and he and the girls gave me cards and flowers and my gift (a sewing machine!) and the gift and funny card from my parents, and after the girls went to bed we ate some very rich and quite delectable little cakes.Tomorrow we'll go do something fun. I'm not sure yet what we'll do but I get to pick because it's my birthday.

So far thirty isn't all that bad.

But ... I think ... I still might say that I'm 24. I still feel like I'm right in the middle of being 24, you know? Or maybe I'll quote Gracie Allen from that movie (what was that movie, Pops?): "Oh, I'm waaay past twenty. Goodness, yes, weeks and weeks!"