Okay, I think this is the last birthday-related post, and then it will be out of my system. I think.
I'm not really a big birthday person. I can't remember the last time I've had a party bigger than just immediate family to celebrate my birthday. It's nice that the people closest to me remember, but I don't feel the need to let everyone at work know it's My Special Day, or gather a large crowd to celebrate my existence on earth.
Yet I'm feeling an obligation for my 30th birthday to do something more. It started the other week, when my sister was telling me about some of her friend's 30th birthday parties—big events where everyone took a limo from one bar to the next and crashed at a hotel for the night. Or even going out of town for an entire weekend, all in honor of one's third decade.
That seems excessive to me. But it did make me wonder—should I do something to celebrate? Something that's at least a little out of the ordinary? Because it does seem like an important birthday, especially considering it will be my last one pre-motherhood. (Um, yeah. Just typing that freaks me out.)
Probably what it comes down to is: I don't really want to spend the time and effort on thinking about and planning the perfect birthday rite of passage. So Keith and I will have a nice dinner out, we'll have a low-key celebration with family, and I will quietly slip into life as a 30-something.