1985 is a solid number and that year produced some really solid people. Today, I join the 30 club! I’m a proud Capricorn, born on January 5, 1985, and this is a milestone birthday but I don’t feel any different. In fact, my life is a series of patterns because I am who I am.
My Mom says I was born 2 weeks later than expected.
I am nothing if not consistent because I’m the one people tell to get somewhere 1 hour earlier than everyone and I still manage to get there 30 minutes later than everyone else. I’m the worst, yo. I am not proud of this. But yes, the worst. I blame it on my Nigerian blood. We’d be late to judgment day. SMH.
The same under-eye bags I had then, I have now. IAnd when I was three years old and people asked me what my favorite color was, I yelled RED. That is still what I do now if it’s not clear that red rules everything around me.
I’ve stayed flashy too. I love shiny things. And about my side-eye. It’s always been there. I was a shady toddler. Exhibit A is on my 3rd birthday in Nigeria:
But yes, I’m 30! WHOOT! I don’t know if I’m supposed to feel different but what I feel is excited, and I chose to spend my birthday somewhere warm, near water and by myself. I’m in the Dominican Republic on my first ever solo vacation, happy because I am not in Chicago where it is currently STUPID COLD DEGREES. And proud of myself for actually following through on sitting with myself for days at a time to do WHATEVER I WANT. It’s my fake ass Eat, Pray, Love getaway.
I wish I could be all “Yes, I’m going to be meditating and reflecting on life for 3 days. I will chant and find the real meaning of life.” NOPE. I will be sitting by a pool with my computer on my lap (I got some deadlines to meet), eating too much rice and pasta and taking hot dog leg pics for Instagram. It will be magnificent. I haven’t even decided if I’m leaving this resort for any excursions yet. We shall see.
I was thinking of doing a “what I’ve learned at 30” post but I don’t get huge epiphanies just because a clock strikes 12. Me now is me from yesterday, but me from 2015 is not exactly the same me from 2013. Because: growth. I am who I am but there’s layers to this. The current version of me is always my favorite and I do know that I’m proud of the person I see in the mirror.
I’m not afraid of 30. Or the crows feet and laugh lines I already have (I smile/grin/laugh A LOT and that is nothing but a blessing). I heard life gets even better in this decade so that’s pretty dope. But don’t think just because I’m 30, it means I have to be a grown up. Yes, I have a couple of silk blouses now but I WILL NOT WEAR PEARLS. I have my limits! I will still rock my cupcake hat and Jordans and kale is still a government conspiracy on our tastebuds. And I still laugh at bad jokes and organic dark chocolate still tastes like solid mud.
The only difference is now, I only have 11 more months to be on 30 under 30 lists. But wait, since I AM 30, that means I’m not UNDER 30, right? I don’t know. Y’all work it out. Also, I can officially refer to everyone under 25 as a baby. This is awesome.
Ennehweighs, it’s my birthday and I’ll do what I want! I am feeling deep gratitude for my life. For today. For the chance to spend it like I want. For the fact that my heart smiles right now because I know how greatly I’ve been blessed. I take none of this for granted, and I give all the glory to God’s grace and my gut’s guide (alliteration FTW!). God/Universe has deemed me worthy of things that I haven’t even touched yet. My 20s were great but my 30s will be mind-blowingly awesome in Jesus’ mighty name!
Folks have asked me what I want for my birthday and I besides more shoes (because one can never have enough of those), I’m aight. The only thing I REALLY want is Idris Elba at my doorstep but he won’t answer my calls. Hmph. I’ll keep working on him. (HEY BOO).
If you would like to gift me anything (of course, you do not have to), then donate $30 (or any amount) to The Red Pump Project. Red Pump is the nonprofit organization I founded with my girl Karyn Brianne almost 6 years ago. We’re a national org that raises awareness about the impact of HIV/AIDS on women and girls and we do programs that empower and educate women on issues surrounding HIV/AIDS. Red Pump is a federally-recognized 501(c)3 organization and all donations are tax-deductible!
But yes. TURN DOWN FOR WHAT? For a lot of things. Too much turn up will render me unable. I’m not spry and college-y like I used to be. I will be celebrating with my friends when I return. All-day shenanigans and red velvet cake is happening so YAYYY!!!
SHOUTOUT TO MY FELLOW 1985 BAES!!! This special occasion calls for Brother Franklin!
P.S. thinking about doing a “Launched in 1985” tshirts for us 30 Club folks to rock. *strokes my chin*