Today marks the one month countdown until I am no longer 30. The end of the most pivotal and important birthday of my life.

In one month I’ll be older once again and start the era of my 30’s. (Not just the end of my 20’s)

I wanted to write something about how I celebrated my 30th birthday by giving my Mother a gift I’d never been able to before, or how my family and I ate our favorite Vegan brunch together, or how my boyfriend took me to the coolest restaurant in LA that served me a Magic Disappearing Mojito, how my friends flew to China with me to climb the Great Wall to celebrate, how my new work friend decorated my cubicle from top to bottom, how for the first time in my work life my boss not only acknowledged it was my birthday but told me if I snuck out the back door early he wouldn’t notice, how in the midst of the best birthday this was also the worst birthday –  the first in which my grandmother did not call me. I called her, but it was an effort for her to get words out, she didn’t know what day it was, or that it was my birthday, she died two weeks later.

I wanted to write about my life experiences, good and bad, the beauty of it all, of what my three decades of reflections have amounted to.

Instead I want to post one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite artist – Tracy Chapman.

It’s best if you listen to it, because there is something about the sound of it that resonates a feeling of fulfillment to me, the beautiful “I could die happy” feeling.

A Cosmopolitan a Manhattan
Call me one
Pour a round for me and my friends
Cape Cod Sea Breeze
Long Island Ice Teas
I won’t go there or drink it if you paid me

When they come to waylay me
When the close in for the capture
I did it all
I did it all
For the love and the laughter
I did it all
I did it all
I did it all

Slept in late
Stayed up for days
Partied hard
Lived my twenties in haze
Smoked second-hand in crowded bars
With the A-list of B-list movie stars

When they come to arrest me
Pat me down and undress me
I’ll confess without Miranda
Strike a pose for the tabloid cameras
I did it all
I did it all
I did it all

I did it all
I didn’t ask permission
I did it all
What kind of life
Is not an exhibition
I did it all
Crash and burn
And then you know you’re living
I did it all
Some pain a few tears but after
I did it all
To the last line of the final chapter
I did it all
I did it all

My heart is a wound that festers
Seduced my share in silk and polyester
Oh my great loves
And my few losses
I’ll tell it all
When my little black book is published

When they come to interview me
For my made-for-tv movie
Say I’m the bitch who was a bastard
Who did it all for the love and laughter
I did it all
I did it all
I did it all


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