Leaving my 30’s kicking and screaming like a child
I don’t want to be one of those people that whines about getting older. I don’t want to care about the number of candles on my hypothetical birthday cake. I don’t want to cringe when people sing happy birthday to me. But, for better or worse, it looks like I am one of those people... To be clear, I’m not saying this because I want to hear “you look great though” or “being 40 is great, I promise” or anything like that. This is one of those times where I just need to be ok with feeling these feels and writing about them and letting them fall where they may. And I do appreciate Happy Birthday wishes from people, and appreciate the messages and emails wishing me a happy day, but the process of having another year decade fly by has me all tangled up inside... Apparently even 3 year old me wasn’t a fan of birthday hoopla! I’m definitely not graceful or gracious about this whole process. In fact I feel like I’m entering my 40’s with the po...