so… a good friend of mine text messaged me yesterday with the following message:

“3 months from today and you will be 30″

…I didn’t have the energy to drive out to Calgary and smack him. (Does FedEx offer this as a service?)

I got to thinking after that, that I’m actually not scared of turning 30. In fact, I’m kinda thrilled! Is this normal? Its a BIT scary, but exhilarating at the same time! I bet it will get a little more REAL once I start typing this out lol… I remember turning 25 was MORTIFYING…26, 27, 28, 29….not too bad (well now that I am typing these ages out back to back, it IS kind of an eye opener…)..

30. Thirty. Thurrrrrrdy. Dirty 30? 13 going on 30? Will I still be on ‘this’ side of ‘the hill’? Am I already at the top and just about to spiral down the roller coaster track in a chaotic blur of blood-curdling screams?

30. wow. 

Thanks Ben. Thanks for the random text message….Remember, you’re time comes up one month after mine… 30 dude, 30. THIRTY. Not 29. 

Below are 2 photos of me when I was clearly younger (with my sister, Hillory). When I was NOT 30. See my smiles?! The FURTHEST thing from my head in these two shots I PROMISE YOU was ‘I wonder what life will be like at 30?’ (for the record, my fashion sense back then was ASTONISHING! The sweater on the left said ‘The Kid’, and the brown ‘velvet?’ (yes velvet) jumpsuit (yes jumpsuit) on the right has Big Bird on it. Boo-yah.)

30. Pass the A5-35.