“All grown-ups were once children… but only few of them remember it.”
~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
When I turned 20, my roommates celebrated by gifting me a bottle of Cabo Wabo Tequila (I had/have an obsession with Sammy Hagar). Surprisingly, I don’t remember much of that night (a common pattern in my career at the U of MN), but I do know I had fun!
In turning 30, I had a joint birthday party with two of my closest friends. I was also pregnant with Elsa. I wore a birthday ribbon. A huge contrast to my twentieth birthday.
It’s the night before I turn 40.
I loved my thirties immensely. I grew into myself during this decade, which makes me a little anxious to leave it behind.
As much as I am not ready to be 40, I am also excited for the next decade. I mean after all, Aaliyah said it best, “Age Ain’t Nothin’ but a Number.”
I really am Over The Big Hill (get it?).