I came across this video today and it got me thinking about how I responded to turning 30 in 2012. It was not pretty people. I know there are going to be people who say, snap out of it, 30 is not old! get over yourself. But no one could save me from that moment. I was in the middle of a crisis. I was turning 30, had a shit ton of debt, no home (a tiny apartment in Brooklyn NY, but no home), no husband (a 2 year long fiance, but no husband), no kids (a cat that I adore, but, well…no buts, my cat is awesome), and a job that I only semi-liked. I remember being 3 and thinking I would be queen of the world by the time I turned an age like 30!
Nevertheless, I survived the calamity that is turning the big 3-0 and am still in much the same shape (+1 lovely husband, who is, by the way, metaphorically the boy in blue in the video). I think sometimes you have to cry. It helps you get it out and you can then move on. I moved on and spent that big day in Paris. Not too bad after all. Most importantly, despite the influx of gray hair I’ve been noticing lately and the debt that is still staring me down every time I look at my husband’s nifty ‘family net worth’ spreadsheet, I woke up 30 (and then 31) and never lost the feeling that life is full of promise and tomorrows are full of hope.
I am sure this cutie had a wonderful 4th birthday. I hope she got a pony and that there were no clowns. I hate clowns. So in light of coming to terms with my age and never having a pony of my own, I have decided to revive my blog and rename it rubyschild.com (more on this later). Even if no one ever reads this, it’s for me. going to port over my old posts, just to keep them all together.