
I had my 30th birthday last weekend. Wow. Thirty is an age that I always assumed would come, and I'm not necessarily happy that it's here. I've spent the last few days trying to figure out why I'm not celebrating.
The progression to a new decade feels strange maybe because it's only happened to me twice before. Turning 10 wasn't a big deal except for the nice 12-speed bicycle I got for a birthday present. Turning 20 wasn't a big deal, perhaps because 18 and 21 are bigger milestones. Kenny and I had Chinese food in Sagunto. So, why should 30 be a big deal?
When I was 20 I had a lot to look forward to. I had very specific goals. In fact, a few months ago, Kenny and I found an essay for a scholarship application that I had written in college. One of the requirements for the essay was to outline some future goals. My goals were to graduate from college with an Accounting degree and a high GPA, pass the CPA exam, work for a company that would pay for my MBA, get a law degree, travel the world, and start a family. I accomplished all of that in my 20s with the exception of getting a law degree. I decided that I was too sensitive of a girl to make a very good lawyer.
So, I had a very successful decade. I did well scholastically and professionally. I married a great guy. I got to live in Germany for three years. I had a healthy baby girl. I guess I keep waiting for the good luck to end. Is today the day I find a lump in my breast? Is today the day I find out my baby isn't perfect? Is today the day Kenny tells me he has to deploy?
All fears aside, hopefully my 30s will be even better than my 20s. I'm more comfortable financially and I'm able to pursue interests rather than requirements. Kenny made my 30th birthday special by arranging for a personal shopper at Nordstrom, a facial and eyebrow threading at Ziba, lunch at The Cheesecake Factory (I like to get their pumpkin cheesecake on my birthday when I can) and dinner at One World Vegetarian Cuisine.
Using the Personal Touch service at Nordstrom was amazing. It is a free service. I showed up at the appointed time and my personal shopper and her assistant had a large dressing room prepared with clothes for me to try on. I was able to request different things and they would bring them to me. It was particularly nice to use the service because Nordstrom was having their semi-annual sale and it was nuts in the store. I didn't have to try to elbow my way through the mass of shoppers, or hunt through racks for items in my size and budget. Kenny was happy because I actually spent less than my budget and was able to get quite a few things.
Ziba is a full-service South Asian beauty salon. They offer eyebrow threading in addition to other salon services. Threading is a hair removal technique practiced in India. I thought it would be interesting to try something new. I'm not sure it hurt any less than waxing, but it was definitely less messy, and I was given a nice shape by the master shaper. The facial was one of the best I've ever had, although the aesthetician asked if I used eye cream and when I said no she said I should. Happy birthday!
We ate more than our fair share on my big day out. We ate at The Cheesecake Factory for lunch. I wanted to go there because that's where my co-workers and I used to go for my birthday lunch when I was working. I liked to get the pumpkin cheesecake which is always in season in November. For dinner we ate at One World Vegetarian Cuisine. We were a little nervous taking Sophie there because it was very small, maybe only ten tables. But, she behaved herself very well.
We couldn't help to thinking back to my 29th birthday when Sophie was just over a month old and we tried to have big day out. We managed to have lunch at Soup Plantation, buy a few things at a quilt shop, and take a quick stroll through Temecula. It was a stressful trip because I was having a very painful time breastfeeding and we had to haul the big old pump around. The pump got jarred around so it wasn't working. I thought the charge had run out so I hauled it into Target to plug it in but it still wouldn't work. Oh my. We had a much better time this year. We left at 7 am and didn't get back until after 10 pm and Sophie did very well.
So, thirty years old. I guess I should be proud of everything I've managed to achieve so far. That's not to say that I'm not thrilled when people are shocked when they learn my age. "You're 30?!" And I smile and say "yep."