Another year closer to getting my AARP membership

Saturday was the big 30 birthday which snuck up and bit me like a rattlesnake in the grass just waiting to sink its teeth into your juicy calf. I’m not thrilled to be 30 but it isn’t for all of the typical reasons. I don’t really care about being another year older and wrinkles and grey hair don’t bother me. Plus I figure that this is the part of my life where I’ll actually appreciate having oily skin–longer to get wrinkles, not that the wrinkles will bother me when they eventually show up en masse as well (no thanks to being really fair and all those years that I faithfully worshipped the sun without 45+ spf sunscreen…whoops).
I’ve really had to think about why turning 30 bothered me so much (a fact which my dear husband, who only turns 29 in less than a month, has made sure to remind me of multiple times. I respond by telling him that he’s going to die first and alot sooner than anticipated if he isn’t careful). I think that what it finally comes down to is that I don’t want my 30’s to go as fast as my 20’s seemed to. I don’t mind getting older, but it seems like life is on the fast forward button too often for me and I would like the chance to slow things down and savor them a little more than I currently do. I stil have so much that I want to do, to experience and all too often I feel like I’m not going to get to everything. I guess that’s my goal for the next decade–to remember that it does go too quickly and that I need to slow down and appreciate it. And that I’m liberal with the 45+ spf sunscreen if there will be sun involved. Better late than never.