Thirty. It’s here now and doesn’t want to leave. No matter what sort of trade or bribe is offered. Nope. Thirty is here to stay.
Leading up to my birthday I turn to myself and ask to reflect upon the trials and triumphs of the last year or so. The last year just happened to fast, I had Little Sister and now she’s one. Big Brother has started to really show his personality, he loves everybody and repeatedly will tell you so. My biggest accomplishment was starting this blog. Meeting Alton Brown and Claire Robinson was the highlight of the year, the first famous people I’ve met in person! This year alone the number of cookbooks in the kitchen has tripled.
Normally for my birthday I would have gone out to get a fancy new haircut to feel better about getting older. Instead I’ve taken it upon myself to feel better as I get older. There are a few thoughts behind this to help.
No more fast food. Fight back against fat at the source. No more Wendy’s® spicy chicken sandwich, McD breakfasts, or (this one is more difficult) KFC bucket of chicken. I’ve convinced hubby to join me on this point, assuring that we will feel so much better without it than after eating it.
Play. I get so wrapped up in work, laundry, and all the lovely chores every mom completes without complaining. I want to make more time to play. Play games with the kids, go outside with Pepper, play in the kitchen inventing recipes or remixing them. What better way to stay young?
Watch for burnout. Get some rest, read a book, take a nap. Eat well. Maybe I’ll start yoga again.
All of these thoughts whiz around my birthday breakfast table as I sit and enjoy my homemade bread with my homemade strawberry-mango jam, tea, and a turkey omelet. I watch Pepper and Little Sister play tug-o-war while sipping the warm sweet English tea. Hubby even bought me a new kitchen toy, a mandolin!
Thirty is off to a good start.