I may have mentioned on here that I am turning 30 in 3 days.
If you have been reading Mommy, Ever After for awhile, you will know that we are very big on birthdays around here on these parts.
I wrote about brainstorming a theme for my daughter’s first birthday when she was 6 months old.
Last year, I posted at 3am.
I think it is safe to warn you to be prepared for a lot of birthday coverage over the next few days.
In any case, I went to my parents’ house today, while they were both at work, to try to look for a tulle tutu skirt that my mom wore to my bat-mitzvah to see if I could make it work for my 30th. It did not, but OMG.
I found so many great treasures in my old sitting room, from dresses to souvenirs to books.
Yes, books. Many books. My original hardback edition of “Caps For Sale” for example.
I Struck Gold.
I was in seventh grade when I “published” this book.
I was a free agent back then.
(Note: Clearly, I am in denial about turning thirty because yes, I did just refer to 7th grade as “a decade” ago. So I’m 23. And I’m not correcting the typo. What typo?)
But, really, nothing has changed. No, my sister no longer lives in Merion and no, I do not consider “basketball” to be my number one hobby, but everything else is the same!
Alas, I am not a “Broadway star”, but I did dance on the Broadway stage while pregnant with my daughter AND my last name is now Starr.
And, most importantly, I have gotten to teach Performing Arts to children, instilling confidence and fostering a love for theatre, for the past 10 years.
And I may not be a “famous author”, but I get to write every day, and for that I am extraordinarily grateful.
See? I told you. I struck gold.