Getting old and being okay with it.

It's mid-November, my 30th birthday is next week. While I hardly feel 30, I certainly have a healthy respect for the person I have become, and am fairly certain I would never want to be 22 or 23 again (I won't even consider going back to 19). I'm not sure if I'm wiser, but I've had a lot more experience and fortunately for me I know how to learn from that.

(Well, there are a few things I keep repeating, but for the most part, I'm good at learning from my mistakes.)

Here are a few things about myself that I'm going to accept and not question anymore.

Firstly, I will always expect my significant other to do something special for my birthday. I always expect it, I am often disappointed. I expect it. It is what it is.

I feel more human after a mani/pedi and an eyebrow threading. If needed, also a roots touch-up and trim.

Sometimes, I like to read the gossip magazines and watch bad TV.

Sometimes, I like to buy things just because I want them and not because they have a practical use.

I don't particularly like chocolate. But I'll eat it anyway.

I think New York is the greatest city in the world. I don't want to live there anymore because it's also the most expensive city in the world, but I love it.

If there's a mistake on my check, I correct the waitress; I always feed the meter (and sometimes other people's), and I believe in doing the right thing even when no one is watching. And the right thing is not dictated by God, but by centuries of moral philosophizing.