There was no exception when i turned thirty a couple of days ago. I was really looking forward to the day. Exited about exploring the feeling of having thirty attached to me. Was I going to feel too old, young, too unaccomplished, or empowered, depressed, very grown? As I went from being twenty-something, to thirty, I'm a bit surprised to say, I actually felt more defined. Like I left that undefined "something" in "twenty-something" behind, and suddenly existed, more definitely.
The day turned out as good as it could, after a night with only three ours sleep (because of a sudden insomnia attack on my son). I got presents from my wish list, enjoyed good food and coffee and spent time with people I love. It tasted like a slice of birthday cake. Layered and just as magic and sweet. Leaving you wanting more and feeling just a little sleepy because of the sugar rush. And just for the record: I'm still the queen of the magic day, the first of november.
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