Whose got two thumbs and another decade under her belt? This gal! Today I am celebrating my ascent into another age demographic - "dirty 30s". Or "flirty 30s". Or "still eats Skittles for lunch and has more coloring books than a pre-K 30s". Whatever.
So to celebrate my day o' birth, here's three reasons why I'm psyched to be 30:
1. Presents. Duh.
2. I'm an old soul, and thanks to celiac, an old body, too. Now that I'm no longer in my 20s, I don't have to feel bad when I opt for fleece and crocheting instead of stilettos and club music. Not that I felt bad before. I just felt like I should feel bad. But now I am beyond all that youngish adult crap and I can settle into being the old crochety woman I've always been. More yarn, please!
3. At 30, I have a job I love, a house and dog and car that I manage to keep mostly taken care of, an adorable husband who insisted on making me breakfast and buying me boots (#keeper), a couple of degrees in nice frames (that sadly, I forget to dust much of the time), and a better grip on those mystical terms like "health" and "wellness." Truthfully, I'm loads better off than I was when I started my 20s. And it doesn't hurt that I'm surrounded by some fantastic people, both in real life and here on the Interwebs.
That wraps it up for me today, kids. I've got a tray full of gluten-free cookie bars that aren't going to eat themselves.