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.