An Open Letter to Me On My Birthday Eve: Time marches on and eventually you realize it is marchin’ across your face.

Dear Nichole,

Wowee wow. The big 3-0. Remember when we were little and we’d think about what we would be doing at 30. I believe it involved a few kids and a Barbie Ferrari.

A wise man once said, “There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age eleven.” Ppffffttt

You’re turning 30, and isn’t it nice to say that you are in THE best shape of your life. Take that 21-year-old me. This was a year where you certainly turned into quite the runner. Little miss marathon. You nailed 26.2, but screw running in Atlanta again. Damn hills. This year you hit your stride. You learned to not stop at the finish line. Your running seemed to be contagious and you’ve been lucky enough to see your mom develop her own passion for the sport. (I don’t know what took her so long either.) Keep at staying active. You’ve got some years to go yet and it’s best we keep looking fit. Those knees need to last us a long time, so pace yourself sister.

You learned even more this year than others how much friends and family mean to you. When your phone can’t ring to hear them back home, it’s nice to get messages and letters to know they still think of you – still not half as much as you think of them. The friends you are close with, those are the ones that will be rocking in a chair next to you in a nursing home some day. You learned how to stay close with the people that matter the most and occasionally let that big guard of yours down. Kisses to the makers of free international calling. Remember it is okay to call home sobbing about not being able to find Betty Crocker cake mix at the store, good Mexican food or missing the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. It’s lovely that you have friends all over this country and that country; continue to surround yourself with the right people – even if it’s only a handful.

If you think you are emotional now, just wait, I hear it only gets worse. I know you seem to cry at the drop of a touching commercial or anytime you look at Indiana Jones, but get it together woman. We have an image to uphold. And don’t take any crap about being 30. Would you ever go back and relive your 20s again, no thank you.

Embrace Own your thirties. It’s a peak time for your athletic career. Oprah said it was the decade where she truly found herself. Take chances. We all make mistakes, but be you – and always be okay with that. Never live with regrets. Regrets lack immediacy. Keep trying to be better, at everything. Better listener, wife, friend, daughter, sister. Live life like the honey badger.

Still reading, or did you just skip to the bottom? On that note, off to go find some cobra cookie cake. xx

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24 responses to “An Open Letter to Me On My Birthday Eve: Time marches on and eventually you realize it is marchin’ across your face.

  1. Happy birthday, eve!!

    Little miss marathon has had a huge year 🙂 (That specific clip of Brad Pitt will keep me happy for the rest of the day, btw). I know you are beyond ready to hop on that plane heading back across the pond, so I hope your days are flyin’ by quickly – just for now. Then you can go back to living the moment, the breath, the stride, the next goal & the next adventure. Cheers to the witty, strong, fit & healthy 3-0 yr old you!

    xo!

  2. LOVE THIS!!!!!! This is exactly how I’ve been embracing my 30s – truly embracing them. Since hitting the big 3-0 two years ago (yikes), I’ve already learned SO MUCH about myself and have finally found that ‘comfort in my own skin’ I thought was a totally made-up thing and something I’d never attain. You are going to be even more amazing in your 30s than you were in your 20s and I can’t wait to see what you have in store, my friend! Love you!! Happy day!!

  3. Happy Birthday Nichole! I loved, LOVED this letter and found myself nodding in agreement throughout the whole thing. I hope that you have an amazing birthday and a blessed year. CHEERS!

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