Thirty and Flirty and Thriving....Sort of.
As I sit here on the eve of my 30th birthday, all I can think is "good God, how the frick am I thirty already?" Like, seriously? When did that happen? It's funny because when I was younger....and all the way into my college years, I thought that thirty sounded so old, and to be quite honest, I do not feel all that different from when I turned twenty-two. I mean, yeah, my knees creak a little more than they used to, and ok, so I can't stay up nearly as late as I used to, but physically, I don't feel all that much older. So for me, birthdays past my 21st really have never been a huge deal because I've never felt that I was "growing up". It's always just been another year to me, and maybe that's because when I was younger, you never really heard of people making a big deal about turning thirty. With that said, I started to notice this trend as I've gotten older that started with people around my cousin's age (she's four years ...