Today is the last day of my 30s. But age is only a number right? Is it really just as old as I feel? Because, most days I still feel like I'm in my late 20s. Then I look at myself in the mirror and think, "Wow. Where'd she come from?" Or my knees will start giving me trouble again. Then I'll feel about 80.
Do you remember wearing make-up to look older? Now I wear it to look younger. Seriously. When did that happen??
I tweeted this morning looking for ideas as to what I should be doing today to mark this last day of my decade. Great ideas were shared - shopping and drinking and pampering and eating out. All sounded wonderful. So I daydreamed a little and then went back to my desk and my work. Maybe I'll take a day just for me next week when things calm down here a bit.
I've been celebrating since last week to be honest. The date night with hubs last Saturday was a joint, decadent, grown-up birthday dinner. And, the night before, my stitch & bitch with dear friends turned into a surprise celebration complete with scrumptious, multi-layered raspberry cake, a beautiful homemade card, and pampering gifts. My friend even counted out 40 individual raspberries to decorate the top of the cake!! How special is that :-) Sunday night's bookclub even turned into a "buy her a drink for her b'day!" kind of nite.
I do feel pretty special after all this attention.
Tomorrow, for my actual birthday, I made myself a lasagna. Yummy! I love lasagna, hubs hates it. So I don't get it often, but turning 40 seems like a good excuse. It's sitting in the freezer now just waiting. And we may even open the bottle of bubbly that's been waiting for an appropriate occasion.
And this coming summer? That's when the big party will happen. We're planning a big back-yard BBQ to celebrate my 40 and a half birthday. Will keep you updated on the plans :-)