Friday, March 21, 2008

Into My 30s with a Whimper

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.


Jonathan said...

Sounds like a perfect plan to me. I hate organising big things because I know how annoyed I get when I have parties to go to... although I always have fun when I get there.

Hope your dinner is good...

M. Lubbers said...

I totally agree re: I whinge about going places and doing things, but once I'm there I'm actually quite glad. You'd think I remember that next time, but I never do! I think it's related to physics and that whole "An object at rest tends to stay at rest" deal;)