Traumatic Birthday

Friday was my 30th birthday. As my chipper co-worker said, 30 is a good number and the start of a good decade, yet.... it was pretty traumatizing. It's kind of an intangible trauma. I know many of you are going to tell me I'm being pathetic, but I really am starting to feel older. My knee has been hurting a little, I swear my memory is getting worse, I've become more anxious instead of less so, and I realized sometime last year that I am really going to have to work to achieve some of those dreams from my early 20s - yech.

A sensitive and caring friend asked in the hallway at work on Friday why I wasn't more excited about my birthday, and I almost had a breakdown right then and there. Subsequently she and several others decided I needed to go out drinking, so they planned a happy hour and dragged me out to Ivar's Seafood Restaraunt, a local seafood joint right on Lake Union near our apartment (this was the first place we went when we moved here with the Studly Hubby's Studly Parents, and since then we have taken numerous other guests there too).

The patio at Ivar's in high summer (picture from their website) - unfortunately the main patio wasn't open yet so we had the view but weren't outside when we went there on Friday.

We had a great time, and stayed out super late (8 pm) drinking and generally being merry. The next morning we bolted out early to get some skiing in (see previous post) and I was feeling better when we got back Sunday. Then today, I got an awesome present from my Studly Mummy - some new running pants!
Man these running pants are so sweet. They have reflective stripes, a butt-pocket, a moisture-wicking lining, and are warm enough for the cold windy days. I wore them today and I swear they made me faster. I look so awesome in them. Thanks Studly Mummy!

So tonight I am feeling better about being 30. It's still not great, but I think I can handle it. My Studly Mummy told me her most traumatic birthdays were 30 and 60. Well 30 is over with. Hopefully 60 doesn't come too soon.