In keeping with the theme of transitions, my second twenty-ninth birthday was yesterday.
I'm almost ready to call it my 30th. However, not the "dirty thirty" I kept being texted. I think I'll call it my "purty thirty".
It was an amazing day. My boyfriend showered me with flora, records, and kisses. Facebook made me realize that I have more friends than Mickey Mouse. Shala Rain set the tone of the evening for me in her Hot Flow and Yin class at Asheville Yoga Center-- an evening of long exhales and pumped up smiles. So many of those smiles and faces I love showed up for my birthday dinner at Wicked Weed. I'm still glowing in gratitude for all these crazy awesome people that surround me.
I ended the night at Club Metropolis, thanks to the news of a Daft Punk cover band. We had to check it out, because, well, Daft Punk is amazing and there's nothing like a pretty light show to make you feel young again. I also realized that there's nothing like a room full of big spun out eyes to make you happy your growing up a bit.
Upon realizing it was my 30th birthday, someone said to me yesterday, "Oh great! You're finally living your real life now. Everything up until now has just been practice." I laughed, but I do love the idea. Perhaps looking back and seeing it all as practice can make me more forgiving of all the trials and mostly errors of my twenties.
In any case, Purty Thirty has arrived and I'm embracing the opportunity for another trip around the sun--a sun just as bright and fascinating to me as in every year past. That's my greatest comfort in aging so far--life never grows dull. Colors aren't dimmer through eyes a year older. Love only grows stronger. Joy only dips deeper into my soul with time.
May we all continue to grow wiser with each passing day.
I'm almost ready to call it my 30th. However, not the "dirty thirty" I kept being texted. I think I'll call it my "purty thirty".
It was an amazing day. My boyfriend showered me with flora, records, and kisses. Facebook made me realize that I have more friends than Mickey Mouse. Shala Rain set the tone of the evening for me in her Hot Flow and Yin class at Asheville Yoga Center-- an evening of long exhales and pumped up smiles. So many of those smiles and faces I love showed up for my birthday dinner at Wicked Weed. I'm still glowing in gratitude for all these crazy awesome people that surround me.
I ended the night at Club Metropolis, thanks to the news of a Daft Punk cover band. We had to check it out, because, well, Daft Punk is amazing and there's nothing like a pretty light show to make you feel young again. I also realized that there's nothing like a room full of big spun out eyes to make you happy your growing up a bit.
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| Blurry picture of the Daft Punk cover band, lights lights lights. |
Daft Punk's song, "One More Time"
Music's got me feelin' so free...
Upon realizing it was my 30th birthday, someone said to me yesterday, "Oh great! You're finally living your real life now. Everything up until now has just been practice." I laughed, but I do love the idea. Perhaps looking back and seeing it all as practice can make me more forgiving of all the trials and mostly errors of my twenties.
In any case, Purty Thirty has arrived and I'm embracing the opportunity for another trip around the sun--a sun just as bright and fascinating to me as in every year past. That's my greatest comfort in aging so far--life never grows dull. Colors aren't dimmer through eyes a year older. Love only grows stronger. Joy only dips deeper into my soul with time.
May we all continue to grow wiser with each passing day.
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