Oh, fading youth

Yesterday was my 29th birthday. For some reason I've been rounding up all year  - actually I've been saying "I'm almost 30" since I turned 26 - but now I'm really, truly almost 30. The good news is I'm more than ok with that. In the past few years I've read several articles on how women are happier in their 30's due to increased confidence and sense of self. Also for the vain among us (i.e. myself) women apparently reach their peak attractiveness in their 30s as well. Maybe those reasons are why I'm so eager to get there. My 20's have been great, but boy do you do a lot of growing up. And growing up hurts. I don't think there's some magical age where you stop evolving (and if there is, 30 certainly isn't it) but I find myself feeling really relaxed and welcoming about getting older. Of course that's easy to say when you're 29. Check back with me in 10 years. And you can pry my expensive night cream from my cold and soon to be age-spotted hands.

In addition to some reflecting, I did have some actual fun on my birthday. Greg scooped me up from work and surprised me with lunch at Mockingbird Bistro, one of my favorite restaurants. I thought we were just going to grab a burger, so this was a nice surprise. There were some other surprises too, for my birthday and also for our anniversary on Friday. Greg is so thoughtful and remembered that I recently said I prefer experiences to material things, so now I have a couple of plays to look forward to and reservations at one of the best new restaurants in town.

After finishing my workday, in keeping with some healthy life changes I've made over the past year, I spent the evening doing some yoga then giving myself a pedicure while sipping a single cocktail (a negroni: one of my favorites and conveniently, one I can actually make since it's equal parts everything.) All in all, I had a nice civilized birthday, as one should when they are approaching 30. HAHAHAHA JUST KIDDING. We're blowing the roof off of Big Top Lounge this Saturday. Cheers!