I turn 30 in two weeks. [30 Before 30 note: Despite having quite a few things left to do on my 30 Before 30 List, I’m feeling ok about it. I think I will have at least attempted everything (or signed up for it, or given up on it, or scheduled it) by the Day.]
I share my birthday with my sister (we’re twins, so duh) and my cousin, who is exactly one year younger than my sister and I are. Said cousin posted on Facebook that she wanted a tattoo for her birthday this year, and that got me thinking maybe I should come up with something big to get myself for my birthday this year. And, you know, meaningful… That too.
But I thought about it some more. I don’t want a tattoo. I can’t think of anything I like enough to have it etched into my skin. I think tattoos are great if you have some deep love or big event you want to memorialize. I just don’t. Also, this might happen:
Really, I can’t think of anything I want. I have enough stuff. Too much stuff, in fact. I’ve had a great year and a half of pursuing my Big Hairy Audacious Goals, and I know I’ll continue that into my 30s. I love my family and my friends. I have wonderful, supportive communities of people I belong to.
So really, you’ve already given me what I wanted for my birthday: just you, being there and being awesome, letting me butt in on your life sometimes, and caring about my life. Thank you! It’s the best birthday present I could have asked for, even if I’d thought to ask for it.