It’s not you, it’s me
October 4th, 2007 by Wen
Dear 30’s,
Well, I don’t know how to say this so I’ll just say it- we’re through. No, no…really. I know it’s a shock, but I think we both knew this day was coming. It wasn’t anything you did, it’s just that 10 years is a long time and I need to move on.
We had some good times together (figuring out who I am, meeting the boy, that whole knitting thing) some bad (figuring out who I am, not meeting the boy, that whole knitting thing) and some things that are rather fuzzy ( and I am afraid there are photos). I know that through it all you were there for me, and I really appreciate it. But you and I were destined to only go so far, and today is the day that we go our separate ways.
I’ll take with me some really great memories of our time together and know that with you I achieved so many of the things that I dreamt about when I was in my 20’s. I became really good at my craft, much more sure of who I am, and much more vocal about what I will and will not put up with. Most importantly, without you, I never would have learned that I don’t need to care what other people think of me and I never would have learned how to like myself. Thank you.
But now? I am sorry, but you have to go. This is awkward enough, but having you here while I run off with your successor? Well, that would be painfully awkward.
So, thanks 30’s. Thanks for everything. I’ll never forget you. (except for, you know, that fuzzy stuff for which I am hoping you do not have photos.)
Love,
Wen
Happy Birthday and what an excellent letter to the thirties. I read it to mine, who, while I dumped them 2 years ago, are still trying to hang around.
Happy Birthday Wen! I’ll be writing a letter much like that in about a year or so, I like how you didn’t ask 30’s if you could just be friends. It’s so much easier with a clean break.
Happy birthday!!
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday and welcome to the club. Some people call the 40’s the new 30’s but they also say the 70’s are the new 50’s, so I don’t know what’s what. Enjoy and eat a lot of cake!
Happy Birthday! I wish you lots of cake, and even more cocktails. The 40’s club is a good one. 30’s is more of a waiting room, a place to think and knit and make friends with your fellow members. 40’s is where all the cool kids want to hang out.
Happy birthday!
Wait until you hit 50. Then you realize that you’re truly middle-aged and you’re almost dead.
Happy Birthday!
Oh, God. Pam’s message is so uplifting…
I’m sorry that you and the 30s didn’t work out in the end. Everybody had such high hopes that the 30s would be “the one.” But what can you do? You grew as a person, and the 30s couldn’t keep up. I think we can all see that.
But you know, maybe the 40s is where it’s at. Just be forewarned: They can turn awfully mean towards the middle.
And they leave the toilet seat up.
Happy birthday!
Happy birthday! May your 40s be even more fabulous!
Pam, if 50 means you’re middle-aged, doesn’t that mean you have 50 more years? That’s how I like to think of it, anyway.
Which is why I’m going to say I’m middle-aged at about 75.
Happy Birthday, Wen!
Happy Birthday! Fire up the candles and uncork the champagne. I’m right behind you. I’m afraid I won’t cope as well as you seem to be.
Happy Birthday, and welcome to the darkside! You’re gonna love it
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday!
I’ve never seen such a funny, graceful goodbye / hello before. Awfully well done.
Welcome to the fold.
A very happy birthday to you!
They say life begins at 40! Happy Birthday Wen!
Damn. I’m late.
Happy Birthday!
Damn, I am extra extra late.
Happy belated birthday!
Happy belated birthday! Cheers!
Belated birthday wishes!