I turned 30 over the weekend.
I know, I know. I don’t look a day older than 20. Right?!?
I knew this was going to be a tough birthday. And even though people were cool and said, “30 is the new 20” and all the other fun clichés, it was weird.
Here’s how it all played out: Anderson (and some seriously amazing friends) were planning a big surprise 80’s costume party. I found out about the party. Have I ever mentioned that I always wanted to be a P.I.? I was totally inspired by Thomas Magnum! Anyway, I had a little meltdown about the whole thing. I’m all about celebrating other people and LOVED the idea of an 80’s theme. Bring on the Madonna costumes! I even have some lace bike shorts. But I have some other issues. 1.) I hate the idea of a surprise party on my behalf. 2.) I don’t like to be the center of attention. 3.) Turning 30 isn’t really something I wanted to celebrate. 4.) I think I have a slight social anxiety issue. So in light of all my weirdness, I begged for the party to be cancelled. And it was. Everyone was really cool about it, and I’m so thankful for friends who love me and wanted to celebrate with me. I only regretted doing it for about 10 minutes after finding out that my brother was planning to dress like Richard Simmons. Now I’m really hoping to experience that at some point in my life!
After all that I just wanted to celebrate with Anderson on Amelia Island (with all the other old people). No party, no hoopla, just a relaxing weekend with my man. So that’s what we did. And I loved it!
And I woke up looking really tired on my big day. Dark circles, big bags-the whole deal. I’m pretty sure it had more to do with staying out later than I have in ages than it did my old age. But I blamed it on being 30. My wise friend Monica said this, “Your twenties will stink compared to your thirties. But I’m not gonna lie, you will need more product.” I’ll take it!
I’m off to buy concealer.
Hope you all have a great day!