That Time I Accidentally Turned 30

By the time you read this, I will be THIRTY. Yikes. It feels a little bit like Y2K, but trade the end of the world for the beginnings of arthritis.

I know... this is absolutely ridiculous. Thirty is the new twenty. You only get better with age. I have heard it all, and I am still out of my mind. 

The panic started a few months ago when I thought about one of my favorite Tim McGraw songs, My Next Thirty Years. Before last month, I thought that was a song about an old person reminiscing about their life. Now, it applies to ME. ME!!! 

The past 30 years have been packed with adventures and accomplishments. While they are all a part of my story, I will never get to relive them and that makes me sad. Never again will I get to graduate college, buy my first house, have my first baby, or get married. 

This past weekend, Will and I were out at dinner and a great 70s song came on. 70s music has a new appeal for me . . . as a child of the eighties, it makes me feel young. Just kidding. :) 

The song we heard was Love The One You're With by Crosby Stills Nash.

As you probably guessed, the song is about loving the one you are with. :) Although I have no problems loving the one I am with, the song did make me reflect on this upcoming birthday. 

And I got to thinking . . . I have got to:

• Love this life I am living.
• Love this body I have. 
• And, celebrate this day, because nothing is guaranteed. 

Instead of wasting time thinking about events that I can't relive, I want to have an attitude of thankfulness. 

As a child, I used to LOVE the game of life. I remember being 10 years old and playing this game with the neighborhood kids. I used to live for the split-level house.

Anyways, if I could tell my 10 year old self about my (gasp) 30 year old self, I would have been thrilled. So, why is this birthday so hard? I have decided that the answer is in my inability to have a grateful heart. So, my present (or punishment?) to myself this year was to make a list of thirty things I am thankful for. 

I was surprised to find that I couldn't stop my list at thirty. I kept going and going like the energizer bunny.  The list made me realize that there are so many things and people to be thankful for. 

Perhaps the blessing of aging is that you get to add more people and experiences to your list of things to be grateful for. 

Life is for the living, so love the one you're with. 

Hope floats, 

Meg