I'm turning 30 in November (que dramatic music!) No, really I'm actually okay with it. I keep waiting for that "OMG 30 freak out" everyone warns you about to start, but so far so good. I think my older friends have done a lot to show me that the 30s are a great stage of life. The changes I have made the past couple of years and focusing on illustrating make a big difference too, for the first time I'm really satisfied with the road I am on. And looking perpetually 12 years old helps, because no one can believe I'm almost 30 when I have to give my age.
Mom sent me a dress in the mail as an early birthday present, and I had to share. Have I mentioned my Mom is a trekkie?
I love my Mom. I think the biggest reason I don't mind turning 30 is my Mom is (mumble mumble) years old and still beautiful, hilarious, and brilliant. She has aged gracefully and looks about 20 years younger than (mumble mumble). In fact, she looks no where near (mumble mumble). When I look to the future, I hope I can be half the woman she is.
And boldly go where no man has gone before.
(And no, I've got a little over two months to go and I still have never had a Whooper or a Big Mac. Soon, I promise!)