The weather is absolutely beautiful today. As the long weekend reminds me that summer is nearly over, it's also a reminder that I'll be another year older. Hitting 30 wasn't a big deal. The approach to it was another story.
The only reminder that I am older comes when yet another friend announces an engagement or another bundle of joy coming soon. Don't get me wrong, I party the heck out of weddings and I ooh and ahh over every ultrasound photo. Babies are the cutest creatures on earth and I enjoy a good snuggle when I can.
I love being in my 30s because of weddings and babies. My late 20s were filled with annoying questions about the state of my ovaries and why there's no rock on my finger. These questions stopped as soon as my friends started planning their weddings and tiny humans started to pop out. Suddenly they understand that these are serious decisions and that my own personal reasons are perfectly apt. Then again, they are too tired and/or stressed to really care about my current life and their old one.
No, I've never dreamed of a big white dress as a little girl. I'm saving myself for the world. Thankfully my bf is understanding enough to get that I'd rather pay for a safari than a wedding venue. I'm still on the fence about babies.
The thing about getting older is that experience gives one perspectives that were not there before. It also gives one the tenacity to change our minds and not care what other people think. Who knows, I could end of pregnant and married by my next birthday. If I am, great. If I'm not, that's also great.