Thirty (five), flirty and thriving
Today is my 35th birthday, and it has me thinking of one of my all-time favorite movies: 13 Going on 30. If you haven't seen it (sadness) it's a 2004 film where a 13-year-old girl wants nothing more than to be grown up. She wakes up one day in her own 30-year-old body (which, lucky for her, happens to be Jennifer Garner's body) while still mentally a teenager. I remember being a little girl and wanting desperately to be a grown up. Sometimes I feel deliciously grown up like when I'm having dinner and a cocktail by myself in an airport. However at 13 nobody tells you about the mortgage payment or taking the dog to the vet or never actually having a snow day. Despite that I wouldn't trade 35 for 30 or 25 or 13 for anything. As I reflect on this milestone birthday (halfway to 70? Gulp.), I realize that this age is unlike any other. I remember a decade ago I was in the midst of a long relationship ending, I had just graduated from law school with no job prospec...