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I am thirty year’s old.

Well, actually I still have a couple weeks before that is true, but one needs practice speaking it and writing it and actually believing it before the big day. After considerable thought on the prospect of changing decades and what that means not only to me personally but to society as a whole, I came to the relieving conclusion that I am excited about it. Before you ask, no, I’m not just saying that to try and make myself feel better or anything. I am saying this because I realize now, I can stay at home every weekend if I want to and not have to answer to anyone why I’m being antisocial. It’s OK now, I’m in my thirties! I no longer have to feel bad about having a few gray hairs…of course I do, I’m in my “dirty thirties”! And, I guess I can work on accepting the “you look great…for your age” as an actual compliment now, because, sure, I do look good for a woman aged 30+. This “older” woman has learned over the years how to take a compliment.

However, I will completely ignore the “why isn’t she married” or the ubiquitous “have a baby already, you’re not getting any younger.” It’s all good! I’ll get married when and if I want to get married and pop out a baby when and if I actually decide one day I want one (Mom, don’t hold your breath). To be honest, I feel like 29 was the biggest kick in the ass to date. Yep, this one’s gonna be a piece of cake…but no cake for me! I hear your metabolism takes a nose dive in your thirties.

Here’s the bottom line:

Am I going to throw a huge blow out party to celebrate? Nah.

But, am I going to sit in bed weeping and reflecting about a number when life is pretty damn great for me right now? Absolutely not!!!

I’d say pop open the champagne, but I actually prefer being sober. Something all you crazy kids in your twenties will experience one day, too. :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

 - Erin Saffer