You know what’s weird? Getting older. I think it must be weird for everyone.
I’m celebrating a birthday this weekend. The big 32. That just sounds strange. I was just getting used to 30, but I feel like I’m 26. Somewhere. Somehow. The numbers feel off.
I’m not the kind of person who has life goals set for each year of life. I don’t feel behind in the marriage game. I can barely handle babysitting. I’m not trying to reach the top of the baking ladder… that just sounds sticky. I subscribe to the idea that working really hard and loving people better every day will get me where I want to be each day, week, month and year. Too loose a plan? I dunno. It feels right. It requires a lot of ever-changing lists…but it feels right.
Oh, also!
I don’t make myself a birthday cake and blog about it. Birthday cake doesn’t taste as good if you make it for yourself. It’s a thing. This year I’m going to eat as many doughnuts as my heart desires. This will probably fall in the 2 to 8.5 range… I’ll let you know where I land. Ps. My dream birthday cake is this Angel Food Cake with Vanilla Strawberries. Hint (Dad, do you still read my blog?) Hint.
Every year I make a list of things I’ve gained perspective on, and a list of things that I’m still stubbornly trying to figure out. The list is as shallow as selfies and as deep as God… because that’s exactly how life is. On the real. On the reg.
This Is That: a list
(by ‘you’ I mean ‘me’, always.)
ONE: Have honest friendships. You really can’t afford to be friends with someone who will let you have spinach in your teeth all night. You’re not that graceful.
TWO: Take as many selfies as it takes for everyone to look good in the picture. Come on… common courtesy.
THREE: You only need one good purse… and it doesn’t have to be this season’s super expensive impossible bag. Come on… a vintage Coach bag that you’ve brought back to life with leather polish is totally IT!
FOUR: Upon entering ‘the club’ where people are drinking and dancing and acting a fool (and it’s so much fun), be aware of the fact that you look like you’re in your 30’s… because you are. You’re not fooling anyone. The 25 year old guy that yells in your ear that you look 28… he’s being nice and he’s a liar. You look 32. It’s ok. Dazzle him with your awkward dance moves. He’s 25… who cares (not you!).
FIVE: You glorify being busy …but you don’t know how to stop. Maybe admitting it helps? Realtalk: You know what you should be glorifying. It has nothing to do with you and everything to do with God.
SIX: Any tiny annoyance you have before two martinis will be a big yell-y ISSUE after two martinis. Think/Re-think those martinis.
SEVEN: CAPS LOCK LIVING! Think about it.
EIGHT: You’re actually really cool. Not because anyone else thinks you are, but because you think you are. The secret to being cool: just think it true. Others will follow suit.
NINE: Rappers rap about some stooooopid stuff that you, as a classy lady, do not need to be/concern yourself with. Pfffft. In their dreams. Can ladies start rapping about men with passion, integrity, a job, and nice shoes? Yea…. it’s like that.
TEN: Ask yourself ‘just who the heck do you think you are?’ in a very non-rhetorical way every once in a while. The answer is important.
ELEVEN: It doesn’t matter what size the clothing label says, it only matters that it feels good and falls well on your body. AKA… you’re not that size anymore, kick it up a notch, it’s cool, love your thighs. GEEZ!
TWELVE: When in doubt (which is often): confetti and champagne.
THIRTEEN: Go on a roller coaster at least once a year because they make you laugh-scream like nothing else on the planet.
FOURTEEN: Tell your parents that you’re glad they’re your parents. They’ll be like ‘Whaaaat!? That’s a crazy thing to say!’, but they’ll feel it in their hearts and probably buy you lunch. Do it because you mean it… not for the free lunch.
FIFTEEN: Chill out. Halle Barry is pregnant.
SIXTEEN: It’s ok to say things like ‘I don’t know.’. It’s waaaay better than arguing a point when you’re not on solid ground.
SEVENTEEN: What does it look like to dig deep every day? It looks exhausting, and kinda terrifying, and kinda like the best days that ever happened day after day after day.
EIGHTEEN: Get good at a thing and never apologize for being good at that thing. It’s all yours.
NINETEEN: Never trust someone who refers to themselves a ‘tastemaker’. Don’t be fooled. You won’t be bossed.
TWENTY: Give more, even when you think you have nothing to give… you do! Sidenote: I bought myself a Giving Key and I’m sponsoring another child with Compassion for my birthday. Yes… selfie birthday presents.
TWENTY ONE: You have a story to tell. Everyone does! Tell it proud!
Happy Birthday to Us! We all have one, and I’m glad that we do!
Other times I wrote words:
On Turning TwentyOne + What It’s Really Like + I Accidentally Saw a Picture of You + Thirty Years of Learning
sprinkle image credit Paola Parsons
diva joy next to a bike image credit Whitney Adams
Lora @cakeduchess
Happy Belated Birthday, sweet Joy. I can’t forget your bday b/c it’s my anniversary (although I always forget my anniversary…;) Love your reflection posts. Your “I accidentally saw a picture of you” post was really cool. And yes to 21…we do all have a story to tell-thank you for the inspiration xo
Rachel
Love this piece of writing! I’m only 21 (well to me I really feel like I’m getting older, even though I know those older than me would tell me to CALM DOWN, but you know, it’s so relative). But I still feel 18. When I was 18, I felt 16, and so on…
Britt
“I’m not the kind of person who has life goals set for each year of life. I don’t feel behind in the marriage game. I can barely handle babysitting. I’m not trying to reach the top of the baking ladder… that just sounds sticky. I subscribe to the idea that working really hard and loving people better every day will get me where I want to be each day, week, month and year. Too loose a plan? I dunno. It feels right. It requires a lot of ever-changing lists…but it feels right.”
HOLLA, at this point I would add an exclamation point but my keyboards broken but I think you hit the nail on the head with that. I live my life according to what feels right for me and I have never been happier.
Happy Birthday Joy, you’re the best
Chrystina
Love lists like this. And love coming to realizations as you (and by you I mean I) get older. Hope you had a lovely birthday. (Clearly, I’m behind on my blog reading.)
Audrey J.
Happy Belated Birthday!
Maria
Happy Birthday, Joy. As one 32 year old to another (33 in three months aaaahhhh!) I felt really blessed to reading your list. One thing I do relish in my 30s is that though life is just as hard as in my 20s (I’d say harder, but that’s probably not true… blessings abound), I do like that I feel like I’ve got things a teensy bit more figured out than I did before. And it sounds like you do, too. High-five 30s style (not sure what that is, but it sounds good). God bless.
jordan
happy birthday, joy. what a great post and a nice reminder! your thirties are awesome. enjoy!
Joan
hope you had a wonderful birthday and you got that dream cake
Rocio
Preach!
Lisa
Happy birthday, Joy! You are beautiful and inspiring, and. Love your blog! Welcome to 32!
Caz Wilson
These are awesome! I write similar realizations every year and I love looking back and some of them!
My fav is:
TWELVE: When in doubt (which is often): confetti and champagne.
Seanna Lea
It’s funny, but I love making my birthday cake. What I love changes from year to year and often isn’t really found at a bakery, so it is nice to make something from a blogger or modify something I love to be my own.
Though if I were to be completely honest, I think my favorite would be anything with lemon curd. It is hard to beat its sweet tartness.
Kiersten
I absolutely love this. My 29th birthday is in 2 weeks and I am struggling with the fact that I am entering the last year of my twenties. My this helps me realize that I am getting wiser and better with each year, not just older.