When I turned 30, I was 6 months pregnant with my first child, Lanagan. As you can imagine, there wasn’t a huge, blowout, to-be-talked-about-for-years-to-come bash. I wasn’t running around a surprise party in a little black dress or hanging out on a beach in the caribbean drinking mai-tai’s.
To celebrate the milestone, I was lounging on my couch, in my favorite sweats, watching Dateline. Yes, you are reading a post about a 30th birthday, not 70th. One can only imagine what racy things I’ll be doing by that age.
The big gift from my husband that year was a power washer. Now, before you all become overwhelmed with jealousy, or hatred for him, know that it was actually something I really wanted. I could go on and on about the benefits of power washing outdoor items in the spring and the satisfaction one has when your deck looks like it’s brand new. But, that’s for another post. One that will likely cause me to lose the 14 readers I currently have.
The night of my 30th, as I was bonding with Stone Phillips, I kept thinking to myself that I never made a list. The list. A Phoebe-esque things to do before you’re 30 list.
I didn’t do crazy or out of the box things before this birthday. I’m very vanilla when it comes to a wild and adventurous side. Jumping off a regular sized diving board at the community pool is about as risky as I get. Even then, I rock back and forth from heel-to-toe for a few minutes, working up the courage to jump in, as I watch 8 year olds out of the corner of my eye do it with ease.
Even if I had made 30th birthday goals, I never would have followed through. I would have felt that I had to include things like jump out of a plane or sleep in a tree hut in an African safari. I would’ve ended up making excuses like what if I get the one instructor on Earth that doesn’t know how to properly pack a chute or what happens at night when the lions think my oversized hips look like a festive meal?
I didn’t make the list. Nor did I even remotely consider following one. When I turned 30, I was having a baby. Turns out, that’s actually been the biggest, wildest and craziest adventure of my life. Who knew.
Happy 30th to you, Jess. I hope you have a mai-tai on the beach and enjoy your 30th birthday week long celebration. Love you!