Do you think when I was picking what day to do my thankful posts, I ended up picking Thursday for a reason? I ask because today is my 30th birthday and if that isn’t a reason to be thankful for my life, I don’t know that is.
To me, a 30th birthday has always been significant because you can no longer pretend you’re young. Even if your face is as fresh as that of a 20 year old, say your age and people will automatically expect certain things of you. If you’re 30 years of age and are out of school and are not established in a career, you will not be afforded the same excuses that a person five years younger than you may be afforded. If you still live at home at age 30, especially if you’re established in a career and are not busy supporting your family, there’s something sort of strange about that. This, of course might be more due to the way society views certain milestones but that’s not what I want to talk about today.
Thirty years of age is a huge accomplishment. Nearly a third of my life is over (remember, I plan to live to be a 100, God willing) and guess what? I am so thankful that I am alive to reach this milestone. So many die before reaching 30, and like my mom was telling me this morning, not only did I reach the milestone, I reached it in good health. Some are sick from birth and cannot say they’ve celebrated a single birthday without pain. I thank God that I can say that confidently and truthfully, and I pray that my health continues to be preserved. It is the greatest gift I’ve received since receiving the gift of life and although I have been very cavalier about it, I want to change that. I want to honour this body that I have been given, and use it to the best of its ability, adorn it to the best of my ability and care for it the best way I know how. That will be my goal for the next 30 years. :)
Today has been beautiful so far. I am very emotional today: tears have spilled a few times. My heart is full because I really feel lucky to be alive. It’s around noon here and I have received a phone call from both parents, both of them sang happy birthday to me. I cried when my mom sang to me because I was thinking of how she would have sang to me in person if I still lived at home: she would have come to my bedroom, woken me with the singing and then jumped all over me. Growing up is something else o! But even so, I can’t cry because I was able to accomplish one of my personal goals and purchase a home before the age of 30. I am blessed.
A woman whose life I think I was brought into for a reason also called me and sang happy birthday to me. My sister, so thrifty that she doesn’t send text messages because you are charged for them, sent me a text message, not because she couldn’t call (it’s free to call), but because I tease her all the time about her thrifty ways. My baby brother also sent me a sweet text message.
And friends have been leaving facebook messages and sending cute emails, which are so nice and appreciated. Blogville members who knew it was my birthday have been sweet too: aloted called and hers were the very first birthday wishes I received (she sounds too adorable for words!), archiwiz sent me a lovely text, Funke has been doing a countdown with me and showered me in good wishes, and sweet Writefreak, whose birthday was yesterday sent me her wishes too (let me expose her age here if she hasn’t already: she’s a year less a day younger than I am!). I am feeling the love, and I really appreciate it.
This year will be magical, even if I have to buy some glitter and sprinkle it on everything I do. Anyways, even if I don’t, I know God will work his magic in my life. I feel like this is the year (lol or maybe it’s the 30 in me talking).
Have a beautiful day everyone; I know I will!