Thirty is the new Ten

by Joy Monger

I celebrated my birthday yesterday with a fabulous group of friends and family.  It was low-key and a month early and totally perfect.

There was live music and twinkly lights and old friends and new, a homemade drum kit, Mad Libs and fresh flowers.

If the evening had a color it would be all swirly golds and blues.

Perhaps most interestingly, for the first time in years I spent a birthday sober. At a puppet show/rock concert.  My parents were there.  I didn’t take a single shot.  My hair was really big and curly. I wasn’t preoccupied by a boy. At the end of the night I really wanted a milk shake.

Turning Thirty feels remarkably like Being Ten.