Today is my thirtieth birthday – a day that I’ve spent most of my adult life dreading. The closer today got, the less comfortable I became with the idea of my age starting with a “3” again. It hasn’t done that for 27 years, and frankly, I don’t remember being three. Even though I’ve done quite a few awesome things in my life, I found myself concentrating on all of the things that I haven’t done. I decided to not let thirty get me down any longer – because like most things – thirty is what I make of it.