Every year my birthday comes at the end of May, naturally. As a kid, the 26 day countdown always felt like pure torture. It wasn’t until I wised up in my early 20s that I realized why wait until the 27th of the month when you can make your own rules and celebrate a solid 31 day block? This was undoubtedly one of my most wisdom filled moments of my early 20s, one of few. (Wisdom and early 20s don’t generally go hand in hand.)
Luckily for me, birthday month was readily accepted and caught on quick. Many close to me are fully aware of this practice and some have even adopted the trend as their own. I encourage any to do so.
This year, I am beginning my 31st birthday month, or as I refer to it, my 2nd 30th. The fact that I have been alive for 31 years is perplexing to me. I don’t feel like I have been alive for 31 years and I for sure don’t feel like 31 is what I thought it was going to be. Fortunate to say, it feels much younger and so much better than I imagined.
In 31 years I have outlived so much. Beverly Hills 90210 only lasted 10 years. POGs only seemed to last through the 6th grade. N*Sync formed and broke up faster than I entered and graduated high school. I’ve even outlived LA Gear and that was some multi laced quality footwear.
Coming to realization that time does not wait, age is more than just a number, and life has already started to feel as if it is passing by led to serious motivation to do something…purposeful, even if the purpose is still formulating, purposeful none the less.
Today I say, cheers to turning 30 for the 2nd time. Cheers to myself and my rock of a husband for stepping a little out of the comfort zone and beginning something that has no certainty. Here’s to truly entering the years that once seemed so far away with the risk of a new venture.
Here’s to LA-Normal.