“Old” by Paul Simon
I celebrated my 31’st birthday last week.
Only a few very short years ago I would have counted a birthday a true success if it was celebrated with lots of friends and family, a few people I had never met before nor have seen since, prerequisite St. Patrick’s Day green on everyone invited to the party, lots of loud music and a smashing lot of Irish quality drinking. I am being honest, here. I did get to ride on a float in the Chicago South Side St. Patrick’s Day parade, you know?
This year was celebrated with a quiet evening out with Dave. We had a wonderful preview of spring on my birthday. And I couldn’t wait to spend a nice night out with my husband.
So, this is the 30’s, huh? Celebrating good weather and a chance to talk with your spouse over a fancy dinner? It’s pretty great actually.
I remember a few naysayers mentioning that in high school and college I should enjoy things while they lasted because “these are the best days of your life”. Not so, my friends, not so. The truth is that I am happier now than I ever remember being. These days of being 30+ are pretty damn good so far.