I'm turning 30 this Tuesday. Let me repeat that so you have a moment to let that sink in: I'm turning 30 this Tuesday. As in "this coming Tuesday, June 8th." As in THIRTY years old, meaning I won't be in my 20's anymore.
I haven't really discussed it here much because, although last year I had a bit of what you could call a "fucking freak out" when I turned 29, this coming birthday isn't freaking me out that much. Perhaps it's because my life this time last year was a bit of a mess.
I mean, not really a "mess" as I had a job and wonderful friends and a fun party at the abandoned zoo to celebrate, but I wasn't anywhere near what I would define as "successful" nor did I have any clue how to fabricate my life into something that I would define as satisfying or successful by the time I turned 30 (which for some reason seemed like the cutoff date to have figured my life out...stupidly). So I drank a lot, a lot of the time, and then kinda freaked the fuck out.
My life, since the Fucking Freak Out Of Aught Nine, has changed almost completely. I want to say I changed it by being thankful for what I did have, instead of obsessing about what I wasn't, but really, it could have just been that the stars aligned in my favor.
I'm not even going to get into last year's "stuff I want to do before I'm 30 list" (at least not in this blog post), because that was written by someone who was scared of her 30's, and I can say without a doubt, one year later, that my 30's are going to be fucking amazing.
The last year of my 20's saw me making videos with my very best friend for Food Network (online, but still for Food Network), and signed to William freaking Morris agency. I met a guy in a bar on Valentine's Day who has turned out to be the sweetest person I've ever met.
He treats me with so much love an respect I'm baffled on a regular basis as to what I could have possibly done in my past lives to deserve such wonderful treatment. We signed a lease on a cute little house in one of my favorite parts of Los Angeles just this week. My two darling kitties will be moving in with him and his sweet little Corgi in July. I can't wait.
This coming weekend will be my last of my 20's. That's a scary thought, one I hadn't even considered until just a few minutes ago. I had planned on hitting a couple estate sales with the boyfriend, maybe wandering the Pasadena flea market on Sunday, and just kind of taking it easy and eating lots of yummy food. Honestly, I couldn't think of a better way to say a big fat "adieu" to my 20's.
More musings on the craziest decade of my life next week, but for now, I leave you with my altered "about me" description, the original of which I wrote in my early 20's, and have changed to fit what I'm sure will be an amazing ten years to come.
The opening credits fade and we find our protagonist, a human female, just entering her 30's. Lets observe as she becomes a woman who posses the independent spirit she had as a child, with a healthy dash of the self-confidence she possessed as a teenager, and the sense of adventure she had in her 20's.
Watch as she builds her life into the picture-perfect model she has tucked away in the recesses of her mind, successfully avoiding the obstacles she unconsciously places in her own path, all without smudging her make-up.