Today I turn 30.
When I was 11 or 29, I remember thinking how OLD 30 was. 30 was "mom"....business suits.....high heels....carpooler....high waisted jeans....coupon clipper.
When I was 11 or 29, I remember thinking how OLD 30 was. 30 was "mom"....business suits.....high heels....carpooler....high waisted jeans....coupon clipper.
Not me!
Yet, today it is me. Any preconceived notions I had about the lives of 30-year-old women are kaput.
I'm still the same girl I was when I was 11 and 29. I've just learned more and have little wrinkles around my eyes. I only wear heels when I go out for a night on the town and have never carpooled in my life. I don't own a single business suit, although I think they're totally sexy, and I feel amazing when I hand over my meticulously cut coupons and save $7 at the market.
Age is but a number. But do I feel defined by it today?
Yes.
You know when your parents would ask on your birthday, "So, do you feel different today?" And you never did? So you would be all, "Um, no not reeeally." And then you would smile like maybe you WERE supposed to feel different and maybe you just didn't get the memo? Well, turning 30 has been the first birthday that I actually DO feel different.
Maybe it's just the hormones - you know, the same ones that make me cry whenever I hear Miranda Lambert's House that Built Me. Yeah, maybe that's it. But I'll take it. In fact, I kinda like it.
Ahhhlmost 30.
I decided I wanted to have a celebratory dinner at my favorite pizza spot, Cibo, in Phoenix. It was a lot of fun and I had a full glass of red wine. It was delicious and it felt like years since I've had one. As usual, the pizza was perfect. So was the company...
My brother and sisters showed - which was so important to me. Clockwise from top left - Erica, moi, Anna, and Roy. I'm the youngest! Aren't they cute?? Mom and Dad showed up, too. 'Twas a great night!
And here it is. The best pizza in AZ! It's the margherita with spicy salame and it's 6 slices of heaven on earth. In other words, to die for.Pizzeria Bianco, EAT YOUR HEART OUT! (And your 4 hour wait!!!!!)
(Truth be told, I'm dying for a slice of your pie, but this prego girl just can't stand the wait. Maybe another time we'll reunite, but for now, Cibo has my heart. And more importantly, my appetite.)
6 comments:
Happy Birthday, honey! And a full glass of red wine sounds so good!
I'm 31 and so far? My 30's are blowing my early 20's out of the water.
That pizza looks to die for yummy, too...
Happy Birthday to you! I think this is a great post. Age is only a number, it really is about how you feel. And feeling different at 30 is great...you are older and wiser and you don't ever have to carpool no matter what your age. You should have had 2 glasses of vino..LOL!
Great post Krista! and your picture of you and your honey...are just beautiful! :)great family too! :)
Happy Birthday Krista! I've missed reading your blog. I think I lost track of you during your vacation.
Anyway, they say that Life Starts at 30, and I'm finding that to be true. Some of our best years are straight ahead of us! Plus, you'll never be a day younger than you are today, so I'm glad you are embracing it!
BTW - That B&W photo of you is simply stunning!
30 rocks! Happy Birthday! And that pizza looks ohhhh soooo yummy!
Happy Birthday!!!
That pizza, and wine..YUMMY!
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