Thoughts on Turning Thirty

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There's a picture your husband recently took of your back. You're looking out the window, at the city you love and it's morning - the morning after your sixth wedding anniversary, the morning after you conceived, actually, but you don't know that yet. You don't know anything beyond the view of West Hollywood and the Griffith Park Observatory, Runyan Canyon where you used to take the dogs, the billboards that frame Sunset with perfume ads. Be beautiful. Be sexy. Be young.

You are twenty-nine-and-seven-months old in the picture. You are hours pregnant with twin girls. But you don't know that yet. You are looking out the window.

You've been thinking about turning thirty since last year's birthday. Not because you're afraid of getting older but because you feel like you're supposed to be. When you're thirty you're supposed to be offended when people ask you how old you are. When you're thirty you're supposed to want to be younger. You're supposed to say things to girls in their twenties like, "when I was your age" or "Just wait until you're older" or "I used to think the same thing... when I was young."

These are the things people have been telling you for years. And now its your turn to be authoritative. Except you will never be the authority on anything besides your own life. Because you are the only one with your experiences. Because contrary to the unsolicited advice of others, there's no recipe for happiness, success... We are born with a blank maps in one pocket and a pencil in the other. Every day we draw and erase as we go. So you sharpen your pencil. Sing Happy Birthday every year on the same day. Thirty is how many times you've heard your name in a song.

Happy Birthday dear Becca, Rebecca, Mommy , Happy Birthday to you.

Meanwhile, seemingly overnight, everyone's throwing serums at you, the words "anti" and "age" wrapped around every label or maybe it's only now that you notice. That and the grey hairs that seem to multiply in your sleep while you're dreaming. Too many to pluck with your eyebrow tweezers so you let them be. For now.

You contemplate coloring your hair. Doing something extreme. Ever since you got your license you've been trading in your car for something more practical. Cabriolet Convertible to Jetta to Passat to Minivan pretty much sums up the last fourteen years of your life. It used to be about what you drive. Now it's about what drives you.

You are proud of who you are and how you look and what you are capable of. And not just as a mother. As a person. You love your children but you also love yourself. You love being alone and getting away. You love the man you married even though you never believed in marriage. Even though you still don't. He was twenty-nine when you met, about to turn thirty. And now, for the first time, you get to share a decade with him again.

The Talbots catalog comes out of nowhere, even though you've never shopped at Talbots before. The Urban Outfitters catalog arrives the next day but you don't shop there anymore. You used to but not anymore. No more floral shifts with open backs for you.

No sweater sets either, Talbots.

You throw the catalogs away, stare at the line that straddles the "what to wear in your 20's" and "what to wear in your 30's" portion of Harper's Bazaar. You prefer the "what to wear in your 70's+" anyway. The older you are, the better you become at wearing your insides... green flowing robes and gold jewelry up your arms...

You stare at the photo of yourself looking out the window, shake your head. You had no idea then what was coming, not that you do now. Not that you ever will. You'll always be looking out the window up and then down, across cities, trying to find the ocean. Is that it? No. Yes, I think it is... Isn't it?

You'll always be next to the window, where you can open them, close them as you wish. In January, it was on the seventh floor of a hotel. Today it's from your bedroom, where the bed currently sits unmade, dirty pair of panel pants on the floor. Meanwhile the kids are singing Friday in the kitchen with Lego microphones, waiting for daddy to come home. And the dogs are outside barking at the neighbor's construction project. He's building an add-on to the house he lives in alone.

And where you assumed today you'd be mourning the end of a decade, you're really just celebrating the beginning. You're looking out the window again. You are twenty-nine, eleven-months and three-weeks-old in this picture. You are twenty-three weeks pregnant, you now know. You are staring into a camera in your parents' backyard.
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There's a tattoo on your arm that says, Tell the story until it comes true but you don't really believe it anymore. Perhaps the tattoo should read "Tell the truth until it becomes a story," you think.

...Maybe you've had it backwards all along.

So you turn around. Toward the singing voices and the kitchen where it's almost dinnertime. You let the dogs inside and you sit down at the table, sing along with your children, loud enough for the ones in utero to hear you. They can hear you now. They recognize your voice. Gotta get down on Friday...

You take a picture of this moment, the family you love. You don't know anything beyond what you see here. Of your front patio out your kitchen window, the coloring books and the spilled juice and your children's smiles. No matter what has been or what will be tomorrow, this is your present.

Be happy. Be yourself. Be older. Be grateful that this is your life, thirty years of taking in views...
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...And many more on channel four. And Scooby Doo on channel two. And Frankenstien on channel nine, amen.

GGC

94 comments:

Glenda | 10:15 PM

Happy 30th Rebecca. May this new decade be everything you envision and more. Enjoy your birthday with your loved ones. You look beautiful in your pictures. XO

Kate | 10:20 PM

I always think it's so funny that people really do try to scare you about 30, and while I still have 3 years I just don't get it. I want to earn every year I'm here... and fear seems like a shitty way to live.

This post was excellent. Happy Birthday Rebecca!

Kim {Yep, they are all mine} | 10:24 PM

Since I've been a mom, my perspective on birthdays has changed. My kids' birthdays are special days for me, too - beyond the parties and presents and hoopla - it's a time for me to reflect on the day of their birth - and how things have changed throughout the years.

As I read through this post (which I LOVE), I imagined your mom reading it - and being so incredibly proud of the daughter she raised.

Happy Birthday. To you and your mom.

Ray | 10:24 PM

Your writing is so eloquent, so beautiful.

I found this interesting: "There's a tattoo on your arm that says, Tell the story until it comes true but you don't really believe it anymore. Perhaps the tattoo should read "Tell the truth until it becomes a story," you think."

I want to get a tattoo, and I wonder what I'd want it to say years from now.

So awesome that you're embracing thirty. I'm twenty-four (just turned 24 almost two months ago), and I still cannot believe it. I wish I could take it in stride like you are to your, "30." Haven't gotten things figured out yet, and I guess I'm just scared.

Anyhow (enough melancholy): HAPPY, HAPPY, HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY, REBECCA!!!! You are truly amazing. Know it. =D

Martini Mom | 10:49 PM

Oh, I love this post. What a journey you've had in just a few months.

I didn't fear entering my 30s either and, so far, have enjoyed them thoroughly. Here's hoping you find the decade a lovely one as well!

Khali | 10:55 PM

So beautifully written and touching. "Tell the truth until it becomes a story" - I think you've got it right. Happy Birthday to you.

vickichristine | 11:11 PM

this was so beautiful. while my life is so very different from yours at 29, i often feel the same way about turning 30 in oh...2 months. i also had a cabrio, now drive a jetta and stare longingly at passats. is that the circle of life for north county gals? :) happy birthday!!!! - also, my captcha is "plath" - love it.

Rebe(cca) | 11:38 PM

I'm 23 and have the same owl pajamas that Fable is rockin'. I'm not ashamed, rather, quite proud.

KateFitz | 11:41 PM

pretty.

Tracey | 11:49 PM

Great post. I wonder how we will feel when we turn 40? I have 7 more years to find out. x

GingerB | 11:50 PM

Lovely!

Oh hell, Rebecca - you are supposed to feel bad about 40 too but sixty is the new forty and forty is the new black and even with this dented-ass minivan, I'm not looking back with longing either. Look out 44!

Cave Momma | 12:16 AM

I adore your writing. I turn 30 in November and I can't wait. Some wonderful things happened in my 20's (my husband, 2 kids) but I believe my 30's will be so much more. Happy birthday Rebecca. You are an amazing woman.

Law Mama | 12:19 AM

Such a great post! I'm not sad about being 30 either, I feel like I'm in the right place for my age, if that makes sense. I think people fear getting older when they aren't living the life they intended.

Victoria Naudi | 12:20 AM

I'm 30 on Monday, so happy birthday to us! Mine will be rather different to thr booze fuelled ones from the past and this year will be spent with just my husband and my beautiful six week old baby. 30 for me now just feels very complete, I don't feel I'm missing out on the alcohol heavy days and bet I'll have more fun celebrating 30 with my new family unit than I did celebrating 18 or 21 or 25!

Stef | 3:52 AM

Happy 30th!!

I turn 30 next month, and I have been thinking about what it all means. I'm leaving in a few minutes to travel out of state for my grandfather's funeral. He's the first grandparent of mine to pass away. He didn't quite make it to see his 87th birthday, June 30th. Birthdays are so life-affirming, I think. Birthdays are blessings, and I love that you are counting yours instead of buying into all the fear.

Molly | 4:08 AM

Happy birthday Bec. You'll be great at 30.

Anne-Marie | 4:12 AM

Happy Birthday! It's mine, too!

30 was scary for me because I felt like I was "supposed to be" at a certain place. I still am not there seven years later, but I'm not sure living up to that largely material expectation is really important anymore.

I so admire that you love where you really are.

Suzanne | 4:34 AM

Beautiful, and all so true. My 30th is next and I can only hope I handle it as gracefully as you. Happy Birthday!

Carrie B. | 4:44 AM

This is perfect. I turned 30 on Tuesday myself. Happy birthday!

Makyo | 5:00 AM

I remember I was vaguely scared of turning 30. Then I woke up on my 30th birthday and realized I felt fine - great, actually - and I didn't have liver spots or a full head of gray hair or a closet full of appliqu├ęd sweatshirts. It was like somewhere deep inside I expected myself to be so radically different once I crossed that invisible line. It was a relief to find that I was still just me, but it also made me feel stronger. No matter my age, I'll always be me. I think maybe this is what people mean when they say they become more confident as they get older.

Happy Birthday! Enjoy it, and all the days to come.

Stefanie | 5:09 AM

Beautiful. I am about to turn 30 as well, and if you had asked me 3 years ago what I thought about turning 30, it would have been that I didn't want them to "let me in". Now, I am banging on that door - hoping and willing them to include me in the club - with a seriously talented writer like yourself. Congratulations!

manda_panda | 5:14 AM

i too have Fable's Owl PJ's & i'm 32!

30 is different for everyone and i just absolutely LOVE your post about it.

Happy Birthday Pretty Lady & here's a shot of water to many more celebrations in the upcoming year!

Emily | 5:17 AM

Happy birthday, beautiful Becca! I am SO EXCITED to turn 30 in another year- I think it'll be the best decade yet. Hope it is for you.

jillian | 5:34 AM

I also felt that there were all these emotions that I should have been feeling- but I was happy and grateful. I am 30 now, and it is pretty good. Happy Birthday!

katie | 5:49 AM

i turn 29 in two months and i can't wait til next year, when i get to turn 30. it's all a big adventure.

loved this post, rebecca!

Amber_D | 5:57 AM

I am a long time lurker, but I had to comment today to tell you how absolutely beautiful this post is. Thank you.

Althea | 6:08 AM

And here I am with tears in my eyes. I turned 30 in April and have been trying to reconcile the 30-year-old I thought I'd be with the 30-year-old I ended up being. Thank you for continually reminding me that that reconciliation is unnecessary. Happy happy birthday. And many moooooorrrrrreeee....

margosita | 6:12 AM

Such a nice post!

I have a fantasy about turning 30. That by 30 I will, perhaps, have some of my shit together. I'm 26 and on the verge of moving back in my parents (despite the college and graduate degrees!) in my hometown. It's hard not to feel like I'm failing, flailing out in the water and I am not waving to the shore. My 20's have been stressful, honestly. Not carefree or exciting, but a sort of slow crawl to larger goals that seem to keep moving farther and farther away.

In my head, 30 is the age when I'll at least be up off me knees.

Happy birthday! May it be the best year, yet.

Adventures In Babywearing | 6:29 AM

Absolutely beautiful. Happiest birthday to you.

Steph

Adrianne | 6:35 AM

Happy, Happy Birthday, Rebecca!

I think birthdays are only scary when you aren't where you thought you'd be or where you hoped you'd be or where you think you should be by a certain age. So happy to hear that you're not going through any of that. I'll be 30 in 1.5 years and I can only hope that I feel as much peace about it as you do! Have a fantastic day!

P.S. I agree with Kim up above...I hope WWW is celebrating the beautiful life (lives, really) that she brought into the world.

Rachel | 6:42 AM

I love this post so much, it hurts a little bit. Turning 30 was a big deal for me (two years ago--I was pregnant as well!). I have never felt as comfortable with myself as I do now that I'm in my 30s, though, and I am amazed and grateful for that.

Happiest of birthdays to you, Rebecca, and many, many more.

Amelia | 7:15 AM

First and foremost, HAPPY DAY! HAPPY YEAR!

And secondly (and now back to ME! as my brother notoriously said as a child)...I turned 16 in New Orleans sleeping on the floor of my grandmother's guest bedroom with my stepmom and little sister. We sang every song that had the word 16 in it into the quiet darkness and I relaxed into knowing that I wasn't going to have to go through some crazy sweet 16 nonsense. I remember thinking how sucky it was that I wasn't going to be able to continue that tradition with other numbers, and I distinctly remember thinking about how good 30 sounded.

We need some songs about 30.

It's super refreshing to be able to hear your perspective, so thank you! The prevailing attitude in this culture is that the opposite of young is old, but c'mon America! The middle is the good meaty glory! We're not old if we're not 20, we're just busy dwelling in our own private evolution...we're easing across our spectrum. I wouldn't trade where I've been, but I certainly don't want to miss where I'm heading because I'm so busy dwelling on the road already traveled.

Anyway, happy birthday, birthday woman, have a great day!

PS--How fun is it going to be to sing 99 red balloons as a birthday song one day?

Come grow old with me, the best is yet to be.

famousamy | 7:25 AM

Happy 30th Birthday, Rebecca! Your post, as always, was moving. And I hope you're having a fabulous day.

Honestly, I had a harder time with my 25th birthday than my 30th. Once I got past being upset for not accomplishing what I (thought I) wanted to do by 25, I grew to really enjoy the present for what it is and the past for what it was and the future for what it would be.

PS... I've always thought if I had that tattoo that it would say "Tell the truth until it becomes a story", so I understand how you feel.

annabelvita | 7:28 AM

Happy birthday! I think twins is a marvellous way to welcome a new decade.
Keep on rocking :)

Red Stethoscope | 7:43 AM

Happy Birthday, Rebecca! I love your beautiful way of reflecting on this moment!

ssm | 7:50 AM

Happy birthday! I think every year after thirty has been better than the year before, for what it's worth.

~Kristina | 7:57 AM

Happy Everything!
Each word you've written here reached into me and awakened more of me. I'm 11 months away from 30 myself and have been reflecting.
maybe you've had it backwards all along
I love this.
This whole post could very well be a graduation address speech.
=swoon=

jdavissquared | 8:05 AM

Happy Birthday!

I felt the same way at 30 {I'm almost 31}. It was not nearly as horrible as people make it out to be. Actually, my 30th year has brought with it so many self-realizations. I can honestly say that year 30 was awesome!

Kate | 8:08 AM

You are beautiful.
This post was beautiful.
You make me want to do a better job appreciating all the beauty in my own life.
Happy birthday to you.

findingmagnolia | 8:17 AM

A very happy thirtieth birthday to you, Rebecca! I love my thirties; the best things are happening in this decade of my life. I wish the very same for you, and clearly you've got a great start.

Becky | 8:19 AM
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Becky | 8:23 AM

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Beautifully written.

I'm 32, so as an older slightly more mature woman, let me give you some advice... j/k.

:) Becky

Courtney | 8:23 AM

I gave birth to my first child just two days before my 30th birthday. I was so focused on her birthday that I nearly forgot all about my own. It was a really rough year for me, lots of changes, lots of struggles. I look back on it fondly though, it was the beginning of the person I've become since then. At 30, I was reborn with her.
Wishing you a lovely 30th year and beyond!

*S | 8:31 AM

Happy 30th! Hope it's a wondeful day for you.

ps. love fables owl jammies. :)

KatieKakes47 | 8:39 AM

This was beautiful. I love your attitude on turning 30. I hope I can have the same when I'm there in a couple years. Have a wonderful birthday with your beautiful family!!!!

AimeeDesiree | 8:41 AM

Happy 30th! I loved year 30!
Beautifully written post. I love your artsy posts.

gabrielle | 9:06 AM

Happy birthday, Rebecca. Such a beautiful post and such an extraordinary appreciation for life. I was thrilled to turn 30 two years ago, so excited to enter a new decade. I got pregnant for the first time shortly after, had a miscarriage, got pregnant again (it stuck), got married, got a new job. It was a beautiful year.

jeena | 9:09 AM

I've been reading for a long time but this is my first comment. I'll be thirty next Thursday and I needed this post. Thank you.

Anonymous | 9:12 AM

Beautiful entry, beautiful family. "You had no idea then what was coming, not that you do now. Not that you ever will." For some reason that really struck a chord with me. I've always had a problem with over-thinking the past and shrugging at the future, but for some reason that line makes me take a good hard look at what's coming, because DAMN if I ever knew what was going to happen these past couple of years!!! I had no clue, I still have no clue, and the truth is, I'll never have a clue. Makes me totally excited and absolutely nervous at the same time.

whoorl | 9:13 AM

Happy Birthday, Bec. I'm starting to think about 40, yet it feels like I JUST turned 30. Trippy.

What an incredible 30 years you've lived, my dear! Can't wait to see what this decade has in store for you. xoxo

Mommy Lisa | 9:14 AM

Happy 30th Birthday - but it must be a California thing. In MN your not old until you pass 50! ;)

Anonymous | 9:37 AM

That shirt that you are wearing! Love! Where is it from?

paiiige | 9:50 AM

I don't think I've ever left a comment before... but I've been reading your site since the very beginning and oh! this post was so perfect and sweet and everything I love about your writing/life style. Happy, happy birthday!

amanda | 9:54 AM

Happy 30th!! You write so beautifully about being open to the unexpected. And you'll have 2 more voices adding to your birthday song next year!

P.S. I recognized your mom at Cafe Gratitude last night, and I so wanted to tell her how much I've LOVED her recipes! I didn't want to interrupt her dinner, so please tell her how much I enjoy her weekly recipes and photos! :)

CP | 10:32 AM

Happy Happy birthday to you doll. I just turned 30 myself and it ain't so bad, in fact it is quite wonderful - especially when you have great kids and a fabulous husband to share it with! Enjoy your special day!

Melissa | 11:01 AM

I've read your blog for a long time and have never commented before. I needed to tell you that the first picture of you looking out the window and your comments regarding that picture are absolutely beautiful. What a gift that picture will be for your girls.

emily bilbrey | 11:26 AM

beautiful post from a most beautiful and admirable woman.

you are the first blogger who's words i fell if love with, and you remain my favorite ever.

(don't tell the others!)

happy birthday, darling!

XOXOXO!

Mrs. H @ My Happily Ever After | 11:34 AM

wow that was an amazing post. gave me chills. happy almost birthday.

Rachel | 12:24 PM

Rebecca, this is so so beautiful. I loved this sentence the best: "Except you will never be the authority on anything besides your own life." Hope you're having a fabulous birthday and that your thirties are full of beauty and love.

Elizabeth | 12:53 PM

Happy birthday Rebecca! You are an inspiration and Archer, Fable, and the twins are very lucky to have such a loving, cool mom, as is Hal to have you for a wife. Looking forward to what this next decade brings you.

Beth | 1:01 PM

This post is why I love your work. Happy Birthday!

Johnsons Part Deux | 1:28 PM

Happy 30th birthday! You are an inspiration to all of us!

Leslie | 1:52 PM

Beautiful post! Happy Birthday! I hope you have a wonderful day & year!

vida_mama | 1:54 PM

Oh my gosh! I Love Love this blog entry! Happy 30th!
I don't even know you, but I've enjoyed your blogs for years! I also own and Love your book too.


Keep writting! Always let the words of your heart flow.

Cheers!

oh, jenny mae | 2:29 PM

happiest of days to you, bec! you deserve the best of the world. i've never been one to admit to the cliches of turning older. i've always felt life has ripened and sweetened every day. i'm glad you can see that, too.

Elizabeth | 2:45 PM

I've been having a terrible week, Rebecca, and this post made me feel a lot better. I can't even pinpoint the exact things that you said that did it, but as a whole, I felt something click. Thank you for that.

stacy | 3:31 PM

Love this post and Happy Birthday to you! I'm 36 but that means nothing to me. Don't know what 36 is supposed to look/feel like but I like it. I'm with you- if you jsut feel grateful to be here with the ones you love, then there's nothing sad about getting older! Older equals wiser, I say!

Rebekah | 4:05 PM

Beautiful reflection. I love that your paint the picture of your view points. Looking out at the city, looking at your children, your life. It's really moving.

On a funny note, another plus for a year like 30 is that it's one where it's easy to remember your age! I keep forgetting if I am 31 or 32. (I guess 32, unfortunately) and I had that same problem in my late 20's. So I guess that can be a recurring theme in each decade!

Tabulous | 4:30 PM

This made me cry, but in a good way. You're so smart and gorgeous and always reminding me what a wonderful thing this life is. It's like you're the big sister I never knew I had. Or a future, more together version of who I'd like to be. Yeah, that.

Happiest of Birthdays to you.

Tabulous | 4:31 PM

This made me cry, but in a good way. You're so smart and gorgeous and always reminding me what a wonderful thing this life is. It's like you're the big sister I never knew I had. Or a future, more together version of who I'd like to be. Yeah, that.

Happiest of Birthdays to you.

Tanya Norton | 5:05 PM

The happiest birthday to a most beautiful person, woman, wife, mother, and everything else that makes and will make you the unique being that you are! You write so eloquently and you say what's in my head. I worry about being the 60 year old in jeans and a little pink cardi and yet now I cannot find jeans that fit the way I want. I wear black slacks and think perhaps this is too old a style for me as an almost-37 year old mother. I don't celebrate my birthdays really, don't often recall my actual age without a minute's thought, but I do feel the changes and struggle. Constantly coming to terms with life requires gratitude. I try to be grateful.
Happy Birthday babe xxx

BittersweetFriends | 5:45 PM

You inspire me daily. This post is absolutely gorgeous. Have an incredible birthday!! :)

Baby in Broad | 6:15 PM

There is not a caps lock key big enough for how much I LOVE THIS. Happy birthday, Bec!

~ Noelle

Anonymous | 8:07 PM

Happiest of birthdays to you! I love this post like woah..

The Hojo Family | 8:25 PM

AMAZING post!! LOVE it!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

verdemama | 9:12 PM

A little known secret: being 30-something is way better than being 20-something. You're more comfortable in your skin, you care less about what others say and think, and you appreciate *everything* so much more. Aside from the crows feet and slower metabolism, your 30s will be effing rad. Enjoy! And very happy birthday to yoooouu.

avb | 10:27 PM

This quote reminded me of the end of your post:

"Writing a novel and living a life are very much the same thing. The secret is finding the balance between going out to get what you want and being open to the thing that actually comes your way." - Ann Patchett

Chrissy | 10:43 PM

I love these letters to yourself! Esp. the bit about the gold bracelets up your arms...as someone 2 years into my thirties I've found that it's really the time when women start to settle into themselves. I feel like I've turned from vapor into solid.
Happy, happy Birthday!!

Roksalanna | 1:11 AM

Happy 30th Birthday Rebecca!
I love reading your blog.
Best wishes from Australia.xo

dna | 6:08 AM

Happy Birthday! Please don't shop at Talbots...

Ms. Smoochy | 7:04 AM

Happy birthday. You rock.

Taryn | 11:27 AM

Happy birthday! I've been loving keeping up with your blog and pregnancy. I'm 20 weeks right behind you!

Meg | 4:08 PM

So far, the thirties are wonderful. Welcome. And happy birthday.

(This was so beautiful).

billygean.co.uk | 4:13 PM

What a lovely post. I am 26, but have done so little of what you've done (cohabiting but not married, no kids), and so while you definitely look like you're in your twenties, I already find I look up to you as someone who's wiser than I am. Been nosing through your archives and was reminded how Frank you've been about your marriage / that is just so great; there should be more of that! Go you.

BG

Sarah | 1:29 AM

Happy happy birthday. 38 looms on the horizon for me and i wanted to reassure you that this decade is brilliant. Ignore the serums and go with the extra knowledge and wisdom that just seems to come with being on the world that little bit longer.

Not that you seem to need any more that....

Oh, and your words travel well to the UK.

Happy days ahead

Sarah x

Melissa | 6:36 PM

So I am totally a little bit late on this but.....Happy Birthday to one of my favorite strangers. I hope your weekend was filled with the same kind of beautiful wonderfulness that you share with us.

Katherine | 9:09 PM

Thank you for a beautiful post. I turn 26 in a few months and have been experiencing age-related anxiety for the first time in my life. And for what? For who? Thank you for reminding me to claim my life as mine and find it beautiful just the way it is.

Cathi | 8:12 AM

Beautiful post. Thank you and Happy Birthday!

Anabelle Tess | 8:45 AM

Happy birthday girl! I love this post... so touching.
I am 36 and I still don't think I am totally a grown-up... will I ever be? I don't know but I am happy to be still "in progress", still learning.
You look absolutely fabulous!
So yes be happy, be young, be older, be yourself!

flyrish | 11:00 AM

A belated happy 30th birthday to you! Hope you had a beautiful weekend celebrating with your family!

Roxanna (Miguelina) | 6:59 PM

This gave me goosebumps. Happy belated birthday!

Heather B. | 4:58 AM

I'm going to be 30 soon enough and I am both nervous and excited for the next adventure. Just as long as I keep getting carded...I'll be fine.

Happy (belated) Birthday, Rebecca!

Dana | 9:49 AM

This is precisely how I feel about turning 40 in nine days.
Sing it, sister!
Happy Birthday to you.

rarejule | 9:01 AM

Loved this post... Happy 30th!