Turning 30

This morning began with some screaming pain. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so loud from discomfort before. It felt like the first time. It wasn’t just the pain that had me yelling, there was definitely some anger in there over not healing as quickly as I’d like. I know they said two more weeks before I really start healing, but it’s my 30th birthday tomorrow and this isn’t how I wanted to spend it.

After a few hours of lazing in front of the television (my new best friend) I decided on an adventure. I drove myself to a nearby store to pick up some sparkling apple cider and a two-dollar lotto ticket, the lotto being a birthday tradition. I won nothing, but I’ll be drinking apple cider all day tomorrow and loving it. Leaving the store I wanted to go back home to my indent in the sofa, but I said to myself, “I can do it, I can do it.” and I ventured a bit further across town to the craft store for more beads.

They didn’t have the only beads I wanted. Was I expecting what I wanted? Pfff. I instead picked up a few more pendants to keep myself busy until the craft bazaar this Friday. I’ve been busting out the necklaces, about five an hour, and I’m happy with the results. There will be plenty in stock for the big event.

I’m excited for Friday. I wanted a big party in my new home, but a craft bazaar is the next best thing! I’ve wanted to sell my art in a bazaar since walking the aisles of many bazaars as a child. Not only will my art be featured, but the event is all about me. Win. I think it might even be better than hosting a party at home. There won’t be a kitchen full of empty bottles to clean up the next day, and I’ll make money for the outrageous bills coming my way. FYI a trip to the emergency room costs as much as a used car.

Tomorrow I’ll spend my first day in my new decade sipping on apple cider and napping. I won’t scream in pain. I refuse.